stories of a sad sohcahtoa sissy
Sad… sad…
As I was tried to log on to my blog on blogspot.com, I realized I had forgotten my password… It’s stupid, I know that, but ever since I was younger, I’ve been plagued by this uncanny inability to remember the stuff that matter most. I mean, I can remember trivia like the name of Alexander the Great’s favorite horse but I can hardly stick in my head things like passwords and friends’ phone numbers…
So here I am, trying to find a life by starting a blog in Friendster. Of course, I had to lie and say I was eighteen just so I could get a blog account so I’m sort of guilty… I mean, I won’t be turning eighteen until three years from now…
Then again, sometimes circumstances compel one to lie, right? Right??
Sigh… I miss my old blog. The one with all my idyllic thoughts and random ramblings… I can’t post everything in my head now because then everyone from school would be able to read them and I WOULD REALLY GET INTO TROUBLE…
But I suppose having a blog like this isn’t really that bad. At least, I’d have some outlet for all these creative juices bottled up in my head.
Hmmm… I don’t really feel like writing much tonight… That’s strange… For me, I mean…
Must go - will evaporate! Poof!!
P.S. Get well soon, Jeanne! You too, Clint!
P.S. 2 - Tee hee!
My old blog in blogspot.com was this! Pardon the horrible background by being technologically-slow I was unable to make it breathtaking or anything like that…
