Tuesday June 9, 2000
I don't feel like updating much any longer. Though I find that I don't feel like doing anything at all...save theatre. Theatre is the one thing that I never tire of and never dread. Never back out of and never fear. How can you fear theatre when it makes so many dreams become true for the space of a few hours? Sometimes more.
I had a paragraph written here. But I deleted it because it was vain and self absorbed. Just like everything else in this stupid place.
Thursday June 8, 2000
I've been visiting all these great webpages lately with wonderful layout and actual content. I go there hoping to glean something from their greatness and leave feeling like my webpage is...ick. And, to be quite honest it is. It doesn't even have content anymore, and in place of content I have this. This stupid journal which is composed entirely of me whining about my stupid life. What kind of read is that? I know that if I were you I'd just pass it up. fah.
But the thing that really gets me is that these pages rant on and on about how online journals are a waste of webspace. And, for the most part I have to agree. Which leaves me wondering why I continue on with this.... Someone once told me that my journal was the best part of my webpage. Is that because the rest of my page is just horrible... or what? I know I've never been a fan of my writing, so why should you be? Assuming that anyone out there is actually reading this. And sometimes I doubt even that. So, I guess the big question I'm pondering tonight is weither or not I should hang it all up for good. After all, I've seen the worst pages out there...and the best. And I fall in the cracks somewhere in between. I'm no web diva. I'm no genius whose writing alone can hold you captive... and I can't tell a story for beans. So... why? Maybe I'm just wasting all of our time.
Wednesday June 7, 2000
I've decided I'm going to do everything in my power to make you wonder. Just because I'm bored. heh. Aren't you the lucky one?
From the looks of it, it appears that my parents are finnally getting a new car. I knew one of these days they wouldn't be able to get the little doggie bits out from the grill... and driving around with a bloody grill just isn't at all seemly. Makes the police more likely to pull you over (God forbid). The only down side to it is that I get that car whenever I get my liscense (don't laugh) and other such mispellings.
I'm quickly finnishing my revamping of the site. It's going much faster, now that I've got my index and main pages out of the way. I'm still having trouble finding a background/set that I feel goes along with the mood I want to create for the page with my stories and poems. I don't want to leave it all stark and white though. I'm not about that. anymore. *sigh* I was going to put something really nifty and strange there, but the html kept messing up...so nevermind. I quit.
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