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| I have always written on Xanga, but never bothered to look at any other
weblog-type sites. I only got an account here because I wanted to
be like everyone else and have them read my thoughts. However,
rarely does anyone read this or comment on it and that's why I've been
spending most of my energy on LiveJournal (my username is
ncbbrsalud). I like it better for these reasons.
* Although the "Currently Doing Whatever" link is great, I know for a
fact that there are people who feel the need to up their cool points by
submitting that they're listening to Waylon Jennings when they're
really playing Kenny Chesney. I don't like those people. If
you aren't playing the CD, don't lie to yourself and think you're
great. I would much rather see a Celine Dion CD than mistakenly
think you're listening to a cool artist. Like George Michael.
Also, in the same vein, I don't know why
people even bother to post a "Currently Reading" or "Currently
Watching." It's virtually impossible. Who among us can read
a book and type at the same time? You may have been reading the
book five minutes or five seconds ago, but you aren't currently reading
it. You're recently reading. Also, anyone who is watching a
movie while updating their Xanga is way too into Xanga.
* People as a whole that I know are way too into this. I love
writing stuff like this because it's an outlet for gripes like these
and because I'm an idealist with the hope of someone caring what I
think. It's not my life, though. I don't draw any power
from eProps. Some Xanga users, however, are to eProps as Pac-Man
is to dots; they have to get all they can before they move to the next
level. Or watch the cut-scenes. LiveJournal doesn't have
any room for that and I love it.
* I tend to write less on here because of the size of the text
box. It's small, so I feel as though I'm done, but when I submit
it, the post seems rather diminutive. LiveJournal's box is big,
so it compels me to write more and I tend to be funnier, largely due to
the font that is used when typing a post. Don't ask me why.
At any rate, this was not a recruiting effort or anything like
that, and I don't think LiveJournal is kitschy enough for hipsters
anyway, so maybe the riff-raff will steer clear. And no, I didn't
forget to attach my cool music on here. I'm not listening to
anything right now. Man, the fact that I'm not cool is
surprisingly sweet today. Later taters.
By the bye, the easiest way to get to my LiveJournal is this: http://www.livejournal.com/users/ncbbrsalud/
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| I wonder how many people are actually
influenced by the people on the sides of the road carrying Bush/Kerry
campaign signs. It influences me to wish I had a tomato in the
vehicle with me. It doesn't matter who I hit. Besides,
don't these people know it's just a dummy election staged by the New
World Order? And by New World Order, I mean Scott Hall, Kevin
Nash, Randy Savage, and Hollywood Hogan. 4 LIFE!
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| Last night, I watched "Thirteen Conversations About
One Thing," which I would describe as a poor man's "Magnolia." It
was a lot less subtle than "Magnolia," but, overall, a good one.
Alan Arkin is especially hypnotizing.
I don't know why I really like Cat Power, but I
do. I think it has something to do with my wanting the whole bra
burning movement to continue.
The election's tomorrow, but I've already sent it my
absentee vote. I'm going to register to vote here, though, for
the next one, provided I'm still around. I'd like to move to
Nashville, but not really. I'm completely content with everything
right now, and I'm not in a hurry to start trying to climb
ladders. Never liked ladders. People always seem
determined, though, when they are climbing them and I respect that
drive. I just don't have it. Never have. I didn't
figure there was anything at the top but more ladder to climb.
Sure, I'm a loser to everyone who
doesn't understand. I don't care anymore. I tried to care
once. Didn't work out. My station in life is beautiful
because I help people, I'm eating, I'm happy with what I'm doing, and
I'm somehow in God's good graces. I'm the most fortunate guy
ever. Go figure.
"Years ago, my mother used to say to me, she'd say,
'In this world, Elwood, you must be' - she always called me Elwood -
'in this world, you must be oh, so smart or oh, so pleasant.'
Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. And you
may quote me."
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| Today is the first day in a long time I've felt as
though I have a viable routine. This is a good thing, since I
love routine. There's nothing like knowing what you're going to
do every day. It actually gives you the freedom to plan
things. I feel like I have more time for reading, prayer, etc.
when I can schedule it in.
This morning, it was raining. Now it has
cleared up. I like rain. Not pouring down, but wet and warm
and steady. It makes me want to watch a movie with a fire going
in the fireplace and drink coffee. Am I a homosexual?
In the back of your head, do you feel a little
tug? A whisper? (Friday at the Levee, Friday at the
Levee...)
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| - I think it's great that I get to listen to music at work. I'm
listening to this album, not because of its intrinsic value, but
because it makes me seem like the coolest guy in the world, which, of
course, I am.
Grant was a drunkard and Lee was a man of faith.
Over the past few years, does it seem as though breath mints are
getting stronger and stronger? It takes quite a man to hold a few
in his mouth without his sinuses freezing. I wonder if this is
due to a societal halitosis problem, or if the previous mints were
inadequate. Someone should look into that.
I'm mad at Rosie O'Donnell. I'm not afraid to say that I liked
her role in "A Leauge of Their Own," and I didn't mind that she had a
talk show. I'm mad at her because she ruined Koosh balls.
The stock of Koosh dropped dramatically when she started flicking them
relentlessly at her audience during her show. Now, they are all
but extinct. I have a few theories as to why, but I don't feel
like sharing them right now.
Travis
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