I am so, so, so not interested in reading anyone’s Xanga but my own.
Because I’m a snob and don’t like reading about what people had for lunch.
Honestly folks, what the hell is it with writing about what you did that makes you think someone like me, who probably doesn’t know you very well, wants to read it? Do I care that you bought your skirt there? Or that you got your nails done with your not-so-hot-but-you-think-she-is best friend? No. In fact, that’s extraneous information that I could definitely live without because I truly believe that bad Xanga entries cause diarrhea.
“Oh, but Sylvia? What makes you think you’re that much more interesting when you don’t even update?”
I think I’m doing a social service by not telling you what I do every day. Because you see, I do the same damn thing all the time: I read law books that are boring as hell, and summarize cases so I can prepare myself for getting bitch slapped by a professor. Yes, you so wanted to know that.
No, I’d rather read about what you did at the club last night, and see all the pictures of your friends in the same poses twenty times. Wait, do I sense deja vu here? Oh yeah, it’s because your last entry was also about a club, and featured the same pictures and friends. Get a life.
Maybe I’m jealous. Yes, that’s it. I’m jealous of everyone who goes out, gets wasted, ends up peeing behind a wall or throwing up on themselves, blah blah blah. Being a homebody never got a person anywhere, right?
I’m sorry, but I just don’t validate my existence by trying to be a member of the typical LA scene. What the hell does that do for me? I hate clubs because I hate the people that frequent them. I hate parties because I think everyone at the party is a poser trying to be some hardcore gangster when we all know they still live at home and need to borrow money from their parents.
And don’t get me started on the fat ass hoes who parade around in mini skirts and pieces of cloth around their boobs…because cellulite is all the rage, isn’t it? What better show of nonconformity than to gain 100 pounds in a city that totally prides itself on beautiful, trendy people. Your individuality is hot! Yeah, break me off a piece of that gut.
I am a bitch. I don’t care. Reading boring Xangas makes me this way. Better that I say it here than act like one of those turds who comment on another person’s site and tries to affect change in them. As if I am really going to be compelled by your comment because you had the balls to leave me an bad one. I’m just going to erase it and go to bed with the knowledge that I managed to piss another person off enough to get them to waste their time to even leave comment to begin with. Go me! I’m kick ass.
absolutangel64 
Wow, you really are fishing for comments arent ya? How can The Superficial.com turn you down? Maybe a tad bit bitter, i just hope im not one of those that you referred to as “boring Xangans”, cuz OmG i wUlD lYke kiLl mYseLf N sTuFf.Oh and I had a small case of diarrhea when i read about your life as a homebody, with the law books and such. Threw up a little too, not as bad as the time you wrote about exposive shitting.
I ended up with Kakashi! I specifically didn’t want him so I avoided all of the naughty novel selections but still ended up with him. Btw, you can’t get Shikamaru, you can only get people from team 7. Looking at the choices: useless girl, useless teacher, pissy guy, and Naruto, I think you got the better end of this deal.
First days of school were ok, I like all my teachers but I have tons and tons of reading to do. I already have a case due today so thats what I have to work on right after I finish this comment. I’m sorry that you have such an awful law school, at least you can get really good grades b/c all the bai ren there are so stupid so you’ll set the curve. And then you can transfer to some place fun like UCLA. The people who live right above me play music all the time. Even now at 7:50 am they are playing music. I’m going to have to talk to the manager. I truly hate loud music. Maybe I’ll give them sets of headphones for Christmas with a note scribbled on it reading, “Shut up you loud bastards! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!!! Love, Pere Noel”
hey sylvia how are you? i miss you, haven’t talked to you for a while. hope thinngs are good. we should kick it sometime, take cares 🙂
Yessssss I can feel your hate rising …. strike me down and your path to the dark side will be complete >=D.
@Digital_K_OS – Wow…I can’t believe how angry I was back then. I’ve since mellowed out–thanks to Fluoxetine. Yay meds!
(O.o) … you aren’t serious are you?
@Digital_K_OS – About what?
@absolutangel64 – The medication bit … I can’t tell whether you are being funny or completely serious
@Digital_K_OS – Both. I do take Fluoxetine for OCD, but it hasn’t mellowed me out about bad blogging. Just makes me less anxious about things beyond my control.
@absolutangel64 – First thing, I think you do great blogging … must better than the stream of consciousness crap that spews out of my mind like some bad sushi I ate the night before.
Second, being anxious about things beyond your control is the gift and curse of the optimistic intelligent youth. You wanna change the world (into your image of course >=))thus you worry about everything you see, read and hear and anything that does not conform to your worldview needs to be fixed .. violently if necessary. I call those years of my youth … “the dark years” and that was a couple of years before fluoxetine was available but alcohol was already kicking around so I self-medicated quite a bit during those times. Years later, I finally accepted that I can’t change the world but I can ensure that the world does not change me too much and I have lived in a comfortable equilibrium ever since. I walk the path of the void now.
Third … OCD? .. Ladies and Gentlemen, the defining characteristic of the UCB ChemE Class of ’01 !!!! You missed out your calling as a Berzerkly engineer … we all have minor forms of OCD. What sane person would willingly forgo sleep, food, meaningful social contact and personal hygiene for extended periods of time just to do assignments that’s worth 1/200th of the final grade?? Our class walked in sane and normal boys and girls … walked down grad broken and insane wrecks but somehow absolutely thrilled with the experience of Berzerkly. And yeah I am still thrilled … enough to shut the screaming in my head.