Consummation

Here I am, once again, expatriated to another blog. It seems every time I do something new with these I feel as though I have something important to say (clearly a delusion of the mind). So, I'm going to start this one out a little differently. Maybe it would be appropriate to reflect on my previous experiences with blogging.

1. The first was Xanga. Why, why, why, why did I do this? Xanga was like Myspace, but instead of the constant hitting on of girls by many, many creepy men, Xanga was more of a self-indulgance. Xanga was a lot of immature people quoting songs they liked, adding scripts for italics or bold at certain parts to make them seem particularly important. Xanga was about why people hated their life or themselves, or admired this or that cliche. I'd say it was emo, but taht's just a reflection. It was the mouthpiece for every young teen, emo class or not. And mine still exists. Ew. I won't link it, but I'll quote a few choice passages.

From September 1, 2003

First football game today, and it was also the first time since my surgery two weeks ago that I was allowed to play my trumpet. I..er..sucked. Probably just because I've been out of the game for two weeks, so my usual practice should bring me back up to where I was. I hope. So, yeah, depression lately...that sucks. You know what the problem is...it's basically the same fucking thing going on for the past..oh...3 years, but with a new exciting twist. Fucking shit

and this gem...

From August 24, 2003

"Lot's goin on, I spose...most notably the starting of school in, yeah...three days. Probably should go out and buy some pencils or something. (shrugs) This year's gonna suck. Didn't get my damned AP English and I didn't get Spanish III. Bastards. I don't wanna take PE2 or World of Foods. Fucking stupid. Oh well. Borrowed X-Wing Alliance from Travis, felt the need to play it. Oh, man..forgot what a great engine this game is on. Anyways, 21 and 7 on my best Warcraft account. Mann...I'm not gonna have time to play this year...sucks. And my friends, you've made this summer great. If you need help, as always, I'm here. Someone to listen to, for a shoulder to cry on, whatever. Yeah... "


Yech. I sucked. There's more embarassing things I would rather not show on here. If nothing else, Xanga still exists to remind us how fucking retarded we were in middle/high school. Oftentimes, my girlfriend and I will discuss various aspects of our earlier teenage experiences, usually stories that end with "...god, I was so lame." Most of those things are pretty prevalant on my Xanga.

2. Myspace was a later foray. It dominated much of my high school and early college blogging experience. Myspace, known to some as a place for friends, is moreso a network where attention-seeking girls can post scandalous pictures of themselves, then complain about trashy guys hitting on them. I went through a few myspace phases, I guess you could call them. I'd say early on, my myspace was no better than my xanga, only a haven of complaining, bullshit philosophy, and lyrics. Then I decided to nurse my writing talent into it, and use its blogging function to write stories. They were mostly small stories about this or that fucked up situation. My writing style really started developing from these, as well as my mentor texts of vonnegut and palahniuk as I got older.

I still have my myspace. I don't use it, except for an occasional drunk blog.

3. Vox was almost a misnomer. Great customization options and a seemingly artistic community, but ultimately unsuccessful. My only two vox posts were imported to Myspace.



So, anyways. That's the lame history of my blogging. And I have now consummated blogspot with my first blog. Yep.