Determination, Motivation, other words that end in 'ation'.

Speaking of ending, this vacation is at it's end.
The school district really should put in better consideration of its students' needs. Such as the fact that the majority, save for the overachievers and whatnot, have probably put whatever work they were assigned to be done at the very last possible moments of the vacation. So, I was thinking, while reading some things, that I've been "blogging" since I was ten. My habit of creating fake cyber-dentities began at the age of 8 when I was still obsessed with Sailor Moon. I bought the book Valley of the Dolls around the same time, maybe a few years later, and am only now reading it for real, instead of the juvenile skimming of pages for interesting bits. The thing is, I have never actually been able to maintain a blog--as in, I'd start one, post in it daily, sometimes more than once a day, and then, a few months later, I'd forget all about it and start another one, always hoping that this time, I'd stick with it.

I'm pretty sure I have at least seven livejournals out there, a bunch of Xangas, plenty of Bloggers, a TypePad account, a Moveable Type, etc. I'm pretty sure I must have registered with every weblog site there is. Oh, and let's not forget Vox. I really should start writing them down someplace. Someplace that no one will find...

Anyway, recently, I embarked on a hunt for these long lost relics of my internet past, and found a number of them. Most of them are filled with emoticons (:) and :-p frequented the jumbled, rambling paragraphs--the rambling part hasn't changed) "lols" and other phrases I have since stopped using in blogs. It's hard to believe that it's been so long, but the archives do not lie. Although most of them aren't exactly things I want other people to read, it's always amusing to read what you wrote in the past. Like when I found my journals from first grade. They would contain words in the first few pages, and quickly submit to my scribbles and drawings, the pages filled with outlines of my palm.

Through the years, a lot more than my writing style has changed. Oh, but to pause on that for a bit. Everyone I ask claims that there is a specific way I type that separates me from everyone else. Something about the way I "talk" on AIM. I don't know what it is, and neither do they. Oh well. So, tonight, coming back from Uncle Y. (dad's side)'s house, I was thinking how instead of becoming more wild, the New Year's Eves have become subsequently quieter with each passing year. I guess it's because everyone's getting older, and to the majority of the parties involved, "older" means a stronger desire for "peace and quiet". Not that I really mind, it's just that I miss the bubbly and the increased loudness (being that my family is never quiet by normal standards) that New Year's usually brings. I guess it's because Johnny's family was away again this year. It's always louder when they're around.

Speaking of, I'm pretty sure there's a blog out there somewhere from a New Year's Eve a couple of years back, also spent at my cousin's house.


In addition, I used to make lists of all my resolutions. I'd have so many, I would fill a page front and back. This year, I'm not sure I have even one. At least, not one that I'm sure I'd be able to actually keep. Oh, there's the usual of course--lose 5-10 pounds, eat healthier, sleep earlier, try harder in school. The latter I might actually try to stick with. There are AP tests with my name on it that I'll need to actually haul ass in order to pass.

What the hell, might as well make a list for tradition's sake:

- The usual (see above)
- Finish Anna Karenina, A Confederacy of Dunces, and other great classics I've put aside in favor of trashy, guilty pleasure reading.
- but never neglect my reputation for reading the dirtiest book in class.
- Stop procrastinating
- .. or at least, decrease procrastinating. No use in quitting cold turkey.
- Just say it. Instead of deliberating in my head for painful seconds about whether or not I should say it, whatever 'it' is.
- but DO think more before saying stuff to parents--
- try to pick less fights; better to stay on good side, of both mom AND dad.


With that, I'm going to end this and go read Valley of the Dolls.

oh, and last one:
Learn how to punctuate titles already.