Current location:	in da crib
Current music:	My inane boycott of RIAA continues unabated...
Entry tags:	cat, ghosts of the past, life

Old Jernel
My Livejournal account is 4 years and 3 months old.

That isn't very long in the grand scheme of things, even in the world of the Internet which has been universally accessible to more than just nerds on Usenet groups for about 15 years now.

But it is long for me.

Somehow it seems like forever ago that ngyoshi gave me this account, since back in those days, you had to be invited to Livejournal Land. It has survived me being an elated senior, it has survived me moving from the Great Land of Texas to the Great Desert of Arizona, it has survived me being a college student working at Walgreens, through the 10 or so employers I've had since then, and becoming a college dropout/wafer prober repair technician. It has survived countless other personal social-butterfly/blog/whatever accounts, even trumping MySpace.

Maybe it's just the simplicity. Maybe it's the lack of ads. Maybe it is that somehow, even after all these years, the same people that I knew to consistently use it before continue to use it, even if their use is few and far between.

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This is the very first entry I made in Livejournal. There are others predating this one, but those were from a hard-code-updated blog I had before the term "blog" existed.

Yo ho...it's true....the journal is online for you! And MEEEE!

Yep. Thanks to John's new 1337 gift to me, I can tell the world how I feel. Well, I suppose I already COULD...but this way, I won't have to go to evil freewebs and do it. Plus for some reason, I can be compelled to update this one some more than the other one...I dont know why.

Well I am off to Arizona tomorrow. No sooner had I received this nice new Journal gift from John am I going to go and not update it for a week. Oh well. I will have to make it up then by decking it out now, and making it hella-pimp-tacular. Or something. Until then, Entry one will be bland and short. S'long!

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In looking over some of these past entries, I have discovered how depressed I was when I was younger. And having viewed my interview tape from high school Speech class, I am shocked at how even more bleak my outlook was. I am sure it is no surprise to anyone that a teenager be meaninglessly depressed, but I didn't see myself that way until looking back on it after five years. I wonder if anyone else feels this way or if I am just becoming more and more hopelessly optimistic about life.

Have a good and safe weekend, all!