tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229359932011-04-21T21:30:12.204-07:00deep sea treasure divernoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22935993.post-1141339787747159332006-03-02T14:49:00.000-08:002006-03-02T14:58:44.830-08:00It is shameful. I pay to get news of a friend.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22935993-114133978774715933?l=okheresthedeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>deep sea treasure divernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22935993.post-1140758520467986432006-02-23T21:21:00.000-08:002006-03-02T14:58:32.543-08:00So it's almost 2 in the morning. Anton just mumbled something in his sleep. His tone is serious, but I can't make out the words. They're probably meaningless anyway. Of course as this happens and as I type this I wonder what the hell I'm doing. I have a midterm tomorrow that I started studying for around 9 o'clock tonight. No, I'm not one of the girls who's worried about becoming a fatty. Dinner is definitely more important to school. Come to think of it, just about anything is more important than school. That's why I'm up at 2 AM in the morning with the same chapters to go....<br /><br />I remember the blogging craze began in my junior year of high school. I know this for a fact because that's when my depression surface itself. I suppose I've always been a bit of a downer in life, but that year I realized some things about life that gave me an actual reason to be sad. (Now whether these reasons where just in my head or not is another story, but to be saved for another day.) Back to the point, if there is any, I don't remember why I ever stopped. Blogging, that is. I guess I became less motivated because it amounted to less and less. Always the same entries. No one likes listening to a broken record, let alone read one. After giving up blogging, ohhh...I don't know how many years ago, probably soon after I started college...I've always been tempted to come back to it. Past attempts have always been outlets of frustration and depression, never amounting to what I really wanted them to be. I have countless discarded blogs under the very account I am using now. They're full of one liners. Anyway, what is the point of this? It's fucking 2 in the morning after all. Although I believe 2 AM is quite an appropriate time for a pouring out of the soul, tonight is just not the night. So back to the question. I guess I just want a positive record of my life. I have this problem remembering good times. Being naturally pessimistic I tend to focus on the negatives. It scares me that I can't remember seeing Rilo Kiley, an event that I coveted for so long, and basically the better half of the past 2 years of my life. So here it goes...Don't you feel like going through a phantom tollbooth to rescue Rhyme and Reason? I sure do right about now. I could use an adventure!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22935993-114075852046798643?l=okheresthedeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>deep sea treasure divernoreply@blogger.com0