Jul 2020
07/14/2020
02:05am
Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you myself.
clapping ensues
Thank you, thank you. First, I’d like to thank my mother who, no matter how repetitive and annoying my rants are, listens to me always. My sister, for keeping me humble and showing me that, no matter how cool I think I am, she's cooler. And my lovely fiancee who I’ve mercilessly tortured with my indecisiveness, stubbornness, and overall bitchiness. Thank you for loving me. Don’t know why you choose to go down this path but I’m very grateful.
Now, I really didn’t think I’d make it to this age so relatively unscathed. Not to say that I don’t have my fair share of relationship baggage, emotional scarring, childhood trauma, and a wild collection of bad decisions...but I honestly thought it’d be a lot worse. Could be dead! Ha ha ha…. Right, not funny. Death jokes don’t seem to be a crowd pleaser. Hm. Who would have thought?
Anyways, I’m twenty years old now. Basically almost on pension. I wanted to have a good record of my twenties and so decided to commit to keeping a journal. I was going to write an entry on my birthday but didn’t and here I am, more than a little late.Don't know how late exactly because I don’t really want to count write now. Also, I wanted to do this on paper but I hate hand writing things and J said it's better to do it online. Who’s J you ask? Well, J is my dearest cousin who I’ve very recently befriended. We’re about two weeks into it and already he’s had the most terrible influence on me. It’s shocking really but what can I say? He’s got a way with words and he wears all black.
You know how they say that drunk words are sober thoughts? Well I think the sleep deprived mind is also quite the truth serum. The words are a bit more coherent. And I can type without spelling mistakes! Mostly.
I think I can be quite clever with words. I really like my own original quote about history that I wrote to that one guy on whisper. And then my gold phrase about diary entries being like pictures of our thoughts. J appreciated that one. I am truly a genius. A remarkable but undiscovered philosopher of the 21st century. I am also very humble.
I am such a terrible procrastinator. I was supposed to write a thing in January for New Years and I still haven’t. It’s been more than half a year. What is wrong with me? Like seriously. What kind of person does this?
I’m tempted to start a blog. I feel like I’m entertaining enough for that.
I just looked up how to start a blog and it seems not that difficult. But I’d have to buy a domain name and website and a bunch of stuff and that’s like a commitment so I don’t know. Maybe. I also need to open a credit card. Preferably American Express.
And who even reads blogs? I guess some people do…. Just because I don’t doesn't mean it isn’t a thing that people do.
02:05am
Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you myself.
clapping ensues
Thank you, thank you. First, I’d like to thank my mother who, no matter how repetitive and annoying my rants are, listens to me always. My sister, for keeping me humble and showing me that, no matter how cool I think I am, she's cooler. And my lovely fiancee who I’ve mercilessly tortured with my indecisiveness, stubbornness, and overall bitchiness. Thank you for loving me. Don’t know why you choose to go down this path but I’m very grateful.
Now, I really didn’t think I’d make it to this age so relatively unscathed. Not to say that I don’t have my fair share of relationship baggage, emotional scarring, childhood trauma, and a wild collection of bad decisions...but I honestly thought it’d be a lot worse. Could be dead! Ha ha ha…. Right, not funny. Death jokes don’t seem to be a crowd pleaser. Hm. Who would have thought?
Anyways, I’m twenty years old now. Basically almost on pension. I wanted to have a good record of my twenties and so decided to commit to keeping a journal. I was going to write an entry on my birthday but didn’t and here I am, more than a little late.Don't know how late exactly because I don’t really want to count write now. Also, I wanted to do this on paper but I hate hand writing things and J said it's better to do it online. Who’s J you ask? Well, J is my dearest cousin who I’ve very recently befriended. We’re about two weeks into it and already he’s had the most terrible influence on me. It’s shocking really but what can I say? He’s got a way with words and he wears all black.
You know how they say that drunk words are sober thoughts? Well I think the sleep deprived mind is also quite the truth serum. The words are a bit more coherent. And I can type without spelling mistakes! Mostly.
I think I can be quite clever with words. I really like my own original quote about history that I wrote to that one guy on whisper. And then my gold phrase about diary entries being like pictures of our thoughts. J appreciated that one. I am truly a genius. A remarkable but undiscovered philosopher of the 21st century. I am also very humble.
I am such a terrible procrastinator. I was supposed to write a thing in January for New Years and I still haven’t. It’s been more than half a year. What is wrong with me? Like seriously. What kind of person does this?
I’m tempted to start a blog. I feel like I’m entertaining enough for that.
I just looked up how to start a blog and it seems not that difficult. But I’d have to buy a domain name and website and a bunch of stuff and that’s like a commitment so I don’t know. Maybe. I also need to open a credit card. Preferably American Express.
And who even reads blogs? I guess some people do…. Just because I don’t doesn't mean it isn’t a thing that people do.
.... here's a personal diary entry that I wrote. Is it against the rules to post it since it isn't poetry? Well poetry is a cry of the soul and so is this. So close enough lol.
