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| I can't resist reading all Xanga Plugz I come across. Despite all of this reading, none have allured me to click that icon and enter into their blog.
I wonder how they work and what people do. I mean, honestly, I wouldn't like to publicize my blog. My life is not interesting one hundred percent of the time and I am not the most deft writer in the world.
If people subscribed to me I'd feel like I'd have to witty and clever all the time. Frankly that's impossible because my moments of genius are in short bursts. I'd have one very fabulous blog and the rest would be lacking in razzle-dazzle. That doesn't sound terribly terrific.
I'm a xangan (It feels quite strange using that term) merely because this is my life. This is my life without impressing other people or trying to make a political statement. It is my beautiful, ugly, stupid, pubescent, awkward xanga.
By the way, I've had this xanga for almost four years now. Well, that practically encompasses my entire high school life. I'm glad I decided -with the advice of others- not to delete my xanga.
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| I think my temper has completely gone off the deep end. I rarely have patience these days. That's why I'm planning - NO MATTER WHAT- to sleep early and soundly.
I think I'm a masochist because it doesn't matter how tired my body is. I'll just keep on going.
Take, for example, last night:
"I should really go to sleep. Wait! I can't. It's Courtney Cox's E True Hollywood Story and Real Chance of Love! I must know the lives of these celebrities!"
I kept on looking at the clock, but nothing compelled me to go to sleep. So instead of getting this glorious, wonderful, out-of-body experience called sleep I now know that the girls on Real Chance of Love eat toilet paper and Courtney Cox changed David Arquette's life.
In perspective (I don't know whose, but whatever), I guess I could use this information in some conversation where both Courtney Cox and 'The Stallionaires' come up. It's highly doubtful it will ever, though.
I will be sleeping at 9:00 PM PST for once. Awesome.
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| Seems that I don't take my own advice of slowing down. Now I'm absolutely exhausted and very snap-ish. Which isn't a good thing when you're talking in front a group of your peers. But my friend told me, "Allyson, you seemed more human. Usually you just sit around all calm while everyone else is panicking."
Apparently, I am a robot. I guess that's something to improve upon. No. It is something to improve upon.
Allyson's journey into humanization!
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| There I go again with my busybody self. I've set myself up for too many responsibilities and too little time to organize myself or even think of what I'm doing.
It's quite funny because my counselor even told me, "Slow down. You may feel like you need to do everything to feel useful. But eventually you get so caught up that it takes a long time to let go. Take it from someone who knows. It took me years."
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| But I thought this was absolutely hilarious!
Ayers took this in stride. “Would you rather be two young adults, living together, unwed? In sin?”
A guilt trip is always funny.
Things usually considered unfunny to others cause me to burst in a fit of giggles. It's rather insensitive, I know, but I swear that they're mind giggles and not aloud. Of course, I'm not completely detached from human emotion, so I never laugh at another's serious loss.
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