December 16th, 2003



During the recent fallout over the elimination of invite codes, I heard (read?) a lot of people carping about the already depressed quality of the average post, and proclaiming that the change would only be for the worse.

Tonight I poked around, thwapping the random journal button for a bit.

I don't know, I guess everyone has the right to bitch about how dreary their life is, and how much school sucks, so I'll keep my god-damned mouth shut.

I wrote a journal briefly in high school. I'm glad LJ didn't exist then, or it might have been published. Tripe, t'was.

High school serves us primarily, I think, as a grounds upon which we learn to gauge ourselves -- to learn to measure our talents and skills, as well as our faults and failings. We strive blindly for the impossible and trip pathetically upon the blindingly obvious until we've accrued enough data to place our own mental boundaries: I can't do any better than this. I should never settle for less than this.

I don't deserve that.

Pine on, kids.

Go ahead, get pissed off that I called you kids.

Whatever doesn't kill you will only make you stronger.

Yeah, I know. You wish you were dead.

Didn't we all, once in a while.
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