Journal #2

Secretly I've always wished I had a blog. Just so I can say I had one, you know? Just so I could get that look from people that says, "Ew, another self-absorbed asshole with a laptop." Which is totally true, for the most part. Why exactly do I want that response from someone? Mostly so I can slap them in the face with my amazing vocabulary and insightful ideas on life, but as it so happens I have neither. Well, actually I have a better than decent vocabulary but my insights on life are basically that it's all pointless, so I fall a little short on that aspect. To get back to the point, I want to evoke feelings of disgust from people so that I can set their expectations of me so low that anything I do can only either please them at best or be unsurprising at worst.

Journal #1

I've always resented my normality, and by always I do mean within, at least, the latter years of my very short life. I've always looked up to the very strange, out of the ordinary, people of history or pop culture. The kind of people who went through a great deal of trouble to get to the places they are now, or just out right crazy, and I've always kind of envied them for it. I think it's because, in my opinion, the more a person goes through in their life the greater, more interesting character they will have. Same goes for the crazies, sure they might be crazy but at least they're interesting. I on the other hand have gone through jack in my life, and I'm still in my formative years, ripe for developing fully fledged psychological problems in my adult life.