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godreamI found my little stepbrother's LJ account. (Not that it was a challenge, as he & my little sister had exchanged friendings. Aw, I feel so left out.) He'll probably be annoyed. Oh well.
I think I listed this journal as my personal webpage for whichever one of the colleges it was that asked. I've been meaning to friends-lock those entries which I really don't want to represent me in The College Admissions Process (the mention of which demands extra capitalization), but that duck and hide instinct is warring with the somewhat insane desire to stand up and shout: Hey you, Mister Admissions Officer! (Or Ms.) This is me, this is who I am, this is what I feel and what I do and the things that I devote time to thinking and writing about. If you really want more than a set of numbers and another boring essay, here it is. Here's me, chin lifted high enough that you can't tell if I'm baring my throat or showing my pride, or both. Here's the good, the bright sometimes almost kind of poet, the friend, the sister; here's the bad, the lazy days and the worries and paranoia and self-centeredness, the first drafts and the obsessive editing of entries in a vain attempt to say exactly what I mean (no, wait, don't run, I'm not as crazy as that last sentence made me sound). Here's all of me presented for your perusal in easy-to-digest diary form: take it or leave it, all of it, together.
I think I listed this journal as my personal webpage for whichever one of the colleges it was that asked. I've been meaning to friends-lock those entries which I really don't want to represent me in The College Admissions Process (the mention of which demands extra capitalization), but that duck and hide instinct is warring with the somewhat insane desire to stand up and shout: Hey you, Mister Admissions Officer! (Or Ms.) This is me, this is who I am, this is what I feel and what I do and the things that I devote time to thinking and writing about. If you really want more than a set of numbers and another boring essay, here it is. Here's me, chin lifted high enough that you can't tell if I'm baring my throat or showing my pride, or both. Here's the good, the bright sometimes almost kind of poet, the friend, the sister; here's the bad, the lazy days and the worries and paranoia and self-centeredness, the first drafts and the obsessive editing of entries in a vain attempt to say exactly what I mean (no, wait, don't run, I'm not as crazy as that last sentence made me sound). Here's all of me presented for your perusal in easy-to-digest diary form: take it or leave it, all of it, together.
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Date: 2004-01-18 02:01 pm (UTC)