OD groupie? What?

Is it possible to become an OD groupie? And is it also possible to sit and chat with an OD friend about how much of a shame it is that such a good diary be chosen for Editor’s Choice for the simple and quite selfish reason that we’ll never get to become TRUE regular readers on that lovely personal level that we all aspire to be on? Yeah we could leave notes and laughter or whatever, but so has half the written world. It seems so… follower-ish of us.

*this is me having left a note on some long time ago entry that Sean gave me a link to, long before I realized this was the EC diary*

I write too much. Isn’t that how it went? I think so… I have been sitting happily here online for 2 1/2 hours. This is my third entry. I’m just cranking them out… what’s that about? And see, it’s the somewhat rambling entries like these that are my favorites that I’d LOVE to hand in as free writing. But it really wouldn’t make any sense to do that unless Ms. G were quite familiar with the OD. WHICH, by the way, I think if she knew about it she’d be reading every diary in sight. Avid reader. In fact, she might have a diary. How odd would that be? Especially if I were to run into it. Stumble upon my own English teacher’s diary. Seriously, though. OD is as much a place for readers as writers. You don’t get bored too often around here.

Ahh… bored.com. That’s how I found OD. Small world. Or internet. Even though it’s massive.

It sometimes amazes me that shallow people stick around here. I mean, other than the sheer rush from telling everyone about your entire life and truly believing you have fans. Do they get enjoyment out of their teeny-bopper language cluttering up an entire page or screen? Sure we all have our shallow moments. Or hours. Or days… or weeks… but in all seriousness. Some people are just so… RIGHT for OD. And others abuse it. *coughthepeoplefrommyschoolthatgetdiariespurelytomakefunofotherpeoplecough* I don’t mean anyone that has access to my diary. I’m referring to a girl in HR and her group of diaries. Rather sad.

Free country. Free web. Freedom of speech. Rock on freedom. So may I take this opportunity to be an elitest and kick a few thousand diaries out?

Now I’m staring at the screen, sure I have other things to say, positive that if I save now, I’ll just end up with 5 more entries tonight, yet longing to just end it all. But not. Why stop writing when you’re on a roll like this and don’t really have time to be writing? It’s like that Seinfeld episode. (re-run was last night) Kramer wants to test drive a car, and drives it all day with the salesperson. Their eventual goal is to see how long they can go with the needle to the left of empty before they actually run out of gas. Haha… great stuff. They want to “push the needle further to the left than anyone ever imagined was possible!” Well I’m fine so far. Nothing outlasts the dreamer grrl. Except for maybe… well… too many things to count.

Perhaps I’ll just run this entry right down to the bone. All (how many characters is it?) 6500 of them. It’s sort of like my ultimate power packer tendencies, but with WRITING. *evil laugh*

No, but really. If half the people at school even knew how much time I spent on here… well nothing would happen. And I wouldn’t really care… they’d just be… well I don’t think they’d really care either… ok just scratch that thought altogether.

*runs and hides*

I re-read a section up there ^^^^, and realized that I totally lost track of my thought, therefore losing the flow and entire POINT of the paragraph altogether. Well, maybe you figured it out anyway. One can only hope. :*( the beloved country, Meg. :*( the unborn child.

Ok, I’ve exhausted my supply of… uhh… something. Vocabulary’s not right, words aren’t right, ideas certainly aren’t right. I’m getting cheap on you. That’s all that it amounts to. I’m sick of filling the web and draining my thoughts. I’m getting lazy on you. I’m leaving you to go do CALCULUS!

I am one sick puppy.

I’ll go off and be

~swept away inside my graphing calculator~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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