i didn't know these were called weblogs - now i do, i suppose.

i never write on this. good lord. it's kind of like talking to oneself publicly. i guess this is as public as it gets.

i figure no one reads this anyways, except for the random web browser, but for the sake of updating: am in boston and loving it, including the weather, which everyone seems to dislike.

one day i'll get a big kick out of reading all my old, hyper, positive entries!

-a

it's easy to obsess.

funny how we know that feelings are temporary, and yet when one "happens", we cling onto it for dear life.

or is that just me?

i guess i'll write here once in a while... like twice already, today, after writing about twice this year.... i'll come to complain once in a while. it's easy to do it here (not only complaining. just anything...) than facebook cuz i don't know who reads this. it's always easier to do things when one doesn't know the details..

i need a caffeine pill. that's my complaint.

i'm sure people read this sometimes but it's comforting in an odd way to not know who. so, i'm talking to myself and whoever reads this is eavesdropping. or whatever.

if i read back on all that i wrote, i'll want to erase it all. so i won't read back. i'd rather remember myself as some ________ (fill in the blank, cuz i cant) than not remembering at all. ha! well, maybe the bad years are over. ha. maybe.

i write on this thing periodically, btw... and when did xanga have such a makeover??