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Okay, I'm really tired of just blathering on and on to pretty much myself. If nobody knows about this blog, it kinda defeats the purpose. I wanted to start over, see how I would do with putting my pure uncensored self out there. See how it would go, putting my thoughts out there on the internet where no one has preconceived notions on me based on other postings on other sites.
But if no one knows about this blog, then that doesn't solve anything.
I don't want to reveal this as mine to any community I know, by this meaning pretty much the people in the real world and fellow commenters on a couple other blogs.

Activism

Okay, in my English class we have be active in the community for FOUR STRAIGHT WEEKS.
As you may notice, I am not too pleased with this.
I may sound like an awful, terrible person when I say this, but I simply am NOT THAT PASSIONATE about anything to want to do it every day for twenty-one days.
Activism is something you should do, but what if you don't want to? What if you're as passionate about not doing it as someone else is about actually doing it? Doesn't feeling like you're solely providing forced labor for a grade defeat the spirit of activism? Am I making any sense at all?
Since I am forced be active in the community, I guess I could do something in the Autism community...
Dangit, I just don't CARE enough!
Activism, the way I see it, is something you should feel really passionate about doing. If you do a halfhearted job of it, you're not really feeling like you are doing something, therefore it is nearly useless to do it in the first place.
Make sense?

Escape

About half an hour ago, my friend put what I've been feeling pretty well:

"I wish...i could go to a big city...where nobody would know me."

Same here.

Let me explain a bit.

I want to escape people I am obligated to talk to, i.e. friends, teachers. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like all my friends and stuff, but I really am not a big people-person as some might believe. I can go long periods of time without seeing people and not miss anyone. It's pretty nice. It's why I'd rather be known as that one weird person up in the tree than by the side that people know me by currently. Because that side is not who I truly am.
Going to a city where noone knows me for a bit sounds like an excellent idea because then, I wouldn't be bothered by people. They wouldn't really care who I am, and I would be free to interact with the world as I see fit, do things, go places, and just plain be without being pressured to hide parts of myself just to gain friends or whatever I would need to do. I enjoy observing people more than interacting with them, generally.
This is actually the main reason I made this blog. To escape. Since nobody I know in real life reads this, I am totally safe posting what I truly feel on so many subjects, the self-induced schitzophrenia gone. So, if you stumble across this blog for any odd reason, congratulations. You are probably seeing the best view of the real me.

Epic post is Epic.

but this ain't it.
Go find/make an epic post of your own, this will probably not be too epic.
I'm refascinated by the Uglies series...gah....
Did i seriously just totally ignore posting to read Extras? I did. Wow.
Getting sidetracked WAAY too often.
Why does The Who describe me so well?
Is it Me, For a Moment?
Love, Reign O'er Me.
Drowned.
Now THEY are epic.

I'm back for another round of anonymous posting.

I am going to be a Special for this Halloween. I am deciding this now. I don't care if i'm not acutally wolf-like or whatever...I just want the excuse to draw flash tattoo-esque stuff all over myself and people won't flip. People think I'm pretty good with the fountain pen with that kind of stuff.
Yes, I AM totally planning out my costume right now. *gets lost in thought*
anyways.
Uglies/Pretties/Specials series = pure awesome, look up Scott Westerfeld. Now.


Things I learned!!
My mind works abstractly, so I draw abstractly.
Dark purple pen on lavender post-its looks pretty cool.
I'm stronger than I thought I was.

Now.

I can't believe I made a blog. I never thought I would make a blog, after all that paranoia about the evil interwebs instilled in me since birth, pretty much. I just needed a place to vent my feelings, hopes, ramblings, etc. that isn't contaminated by people I know. I needed to start fresh. Because when I know a certain person/people is potentially in an audience, anybody at all, I freak out and carefully censor myself to fit how I act around them. Very shallow of me. This might be about deep topics, this might be about how cool my new shoelaces are. Whatever comes to mind. I'm trying not to edit this post too much.
About the name of this blog...Google it. if a result pops up with the words "The Who" somewhere in it, you're on the right track. It's kinda how I'm feeling at the moment.
About the title of this post...no time like the present, right?
But who am I kidding? Noone's going to read this...Noone knows it exists, even. So who's gonna read it? That's right, noone.
Now past that little intro...
Things I learned yesterday:
I must not forget about my low sugar tolerance.
Traveling to an event is often more eventful than the event itself.
People don't look at you funny if you have headphones in your ears while you're singing to yourself.
Can't think of anything I learned today...maybe I'll figure it out tomorrow.
And so ends the first post.
haHA!