Welcome to my online journal. I'd call it a public canvas of expression crafted from the palette of my colorful existence, but I'm not a pretentious prat unlike your good friend, and you can hardly call my life colorful. I refuse to engage in mental, artistic, or existential masturbation when the regular kind can suffice... for most people, I heard. Welcome to my online journal, regardless. This is my first actual attempt at keeping a semblance of continuity in my life, which often does find itself in convoluted twilight zone lapses. I've never bothered with organizing a timeline for my future self to look back to, since I have a high-definition camcorder inside my head. I find that I have the luxury of getting THX flashbacks (with a soundtrack, no less), living out singular moments from my past by merely staring into space for extended periods. This then is me making an effort to tie those flashbacks together, because spacing out isn't really a healthy habit, even by my standards.

I pretty much said during the start of the year that 2005 was going to be a transitional year for me. Personal deadlines aside, plenty of unforeseen developments have conspired to make it even more transitional, which is merely a term I like to use to imply a feeling of being-there-but-not-quite or where-the-hell-am-I-damn-it. I found a solution to the dreaded quarter-life crisis, and it involves freebasing a gallon of anti-aging chemicals three times a day. I now expect to live to 200 and therefore, I won't experience my quarter life crisis until I turn 50. I do expect to hit puberty next week though, so my parents should have a grand time ordering me to my room repeatedly, which is fine as long as I still get my allowance.

Life is good, even with pharmaceutical imbalances. Enjoy!

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