Four years and so many miles ago...

Today I happened upon the blog I wrote on throughout middle school and early high school. It was called a xanga, and everyone who was anyone had one. Before the advent of facebook, texting, and twitter, we used the internet to express ourselves (in what some may even argue was a meaningful way). We used complete sentences and paragraphs to get our point across- and these blogs were actually fairly well-written! Reading my posts old posts bemoaning the life of an apathetic high schooler made me wonder if I was a better writer back then than I am now, and if I am still close to as funny as I was then. Not to toot my own horn, but some of my posts were outright hilarious! I outed myself for submitting a fake post-secret to Silver Chips (it got printed too!). The notecard said "I hate my friends. I have voodoo dolls of all of them in my sock drawer". I never did practice voodoo, but I wasn't actually that fond of everyone I spent time with because they were friends through friends or peripheral acquaintances, and by joking about it and telling everyone it was fully a lie, I was able to say how I felt outright to the whole school. I probably channeled most of my sarcasm and anger onto the internet, because I was not one to talk much back in 10th grade. Boy, have things changed.