[Personal] Do I Want a Domain Name for a Blog That Nobody Reads
For some reason in my head (which I know won't really happen), this blog is going to get bigger than it is now. Here are my dream scenarios, which probably have more consequences than I realize right now. Some positive, some negative. But it's fun to throw this stuff out there.
1) School rebellion!!!!! I'm not serious at all about this one, but for some reason, I've always secretly wanted to lead a rebellion type thing for some reason. Something on a very small scale. For example, last year, our school got expelled for having a bowl for drugs or something. I don't even know what that means, so I won't pretend that I will. I know it wasn't that bad. The kid was not caught with drugs or anything, but only a bowl. Well, the school had a protest about it and he got back in after people never actually went in school. The classes were half empty. I would have loved it if I wrote something nice about him, and he got back in or something nice like that. It won't happen, though. Actually, it turns out that he was stupid enough to do it again. And then he got expelled, and the student's didn't really feel like protesting again for the second offense.
2) Talk about school life, become popular, live in high-school glory. I don't really though. I'm good where I'm at. I have great friends like Betsy Anderson... crap. I don't have a lot of friends. I feel like I annoy Clayton Webb too much to the point where we aren't so much friends. If you asked him, he would say yes, but I really feel like I annoy him a tad too much. I'm friends with the Pla (I love when I call him "the Pla"), but we haven't really done anything together. That's the bar for me when I can call someone a friend when I'm invited to someone else's house. That's never happened yet though, so maybe I don't have any friends. That's a sad thought. I'm being a little overdramatic, but I feel less confident about myself now. Humans tend to be so self-concerned with themselves, so hopefully that's it. I try to be less self-conscious about myself now, but it just happens. I just wish I was too ambitious to try and get myself a friend that's a girl other than Betsy Anderson, whom I've never been invited to her house, so I don't consider us to be good friends yet. That saddens me. My cloud of happiness is dissipating.
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I'm stopping here before this turns into a flippin diary entry. I'll spare you the pity party and the girl of my dreams (who probably is a result of my imagination based on limited information anyways).
I might buy a domain, but there's no point in doing so unless people actually read this.
I'm going to go watch Sherlock and probably take a sleeping pill so I can wake up tomorrow at a reasonable time.
1) School rebellion!!!!! I'm not serious at all about this one, but for some reason, I've always secretly wanted to lead a rebellion type thing for some reason. Something on a very small scale. For example, last year, our school got expelled for having a bowl for drugs or something. I don't even know what that means, so I won't pretend that I will. I know it wasn't that bad. The kid was not caught with drugs or anything, but only a bowl. Well, the school had a protest about it and he got back in after people never actually went in school. The classes were half empty. I would have loved it if I wrote something nice about him, and he got back in or something nice like that. It won't happen, though. Actually, it turns out that he was stupid enough to do it again. And then he got expelled, and the student's didn't really feel like protesting again for the second offense.
2) Talk about school life, become popular, live in high-school glory. I don't really though. I'm good where I'm at. I have great friends like Betsy Anderson... crap. I don't have a lot of friends. I feel like I annoy Clayton Webb too much to the point where we aren't so much friends. If you asked him, he would say yes, but I really feel like I annoy him a tad too much. I'm friends with the Pla (I love when I call him "the Pla"), but we haven't really done anything together. That's the bar for me when I can call someone a friend when I'm invited to someone else's house. That's never happened yet though, so maybe I don't have any friends. That's a sad thought. I'm being a little overdramatic, but I feel less confident about myself now. Humans tend to be so self-concerned with themselves, so hopefully that's it. I try to be less self-conscious about myself now, but it just happens. I just wish I was too ambitious to try and get myself a friend that's a girl other than Betsy Anderson, whom I've never been invited to her house, so I don't consider us to be good friends yet. That saddens me. My cloud of happiness is dissipating.
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I'm stopping here before this turns into a flippin diary entry. I'll spare you the pity party and the girl of my dreams (who probably is a result of my imagination based on limited information anyways).
I might buy a domain, but there's no point in doing so unless people actually read this.
I'm going to go watch Sherlock and probably take a sleeping pill so I can wake up tomorrow at a reasonable time.
