I remember when xanga used to be the shit. Quite literally, the shit. Everyone was on here, all the time. We updated all the time, about everything. After all, this is (or was, at the time) the 21st century. Anyone, provided they can turn on a computer, can have a blog, and everyone on the planet deserves to know that I had spaghetti for lunch. Times change. Now it's all facebook (because I need to be able to stalk your interactions with other people), twitter (because not only do you need to know that I had spaghetti for lunch, but you need to know what I am thinking about it while I am eating it. RIGHT NOW), and the more sophisticated blogging websites, like blogger, because heck, we're grown ups now. xanga is for your little sister, and myspace if for the angst ridden and the musicians. Now this place is empty. No one has updated in months. I forgot I even had one of these. How strange it is to think of these places. Still saved here on the internet, as testaments to who we were 5 years ago. We are the first generation to really have something like this. I remember when people didn't even know what a blog was. It was once that new. I thought about deleting this site, seeing as I never use it. I am not much of a writer. I don't like reading what I write, and don't feel like I have much to say. I don't feel the need to tell someone that I am eating spaghetti for lunch, but I don't feel like sitting down and writing something that will contribute to society either. What happened to not telling everyone everything we are thinking? What happened to maintaining some sense of mystery about ourselves? I wonder what we will think of these words, left floating here in the void, if we are ever to look back on them. Quote of the day: The older I grow, the more I listen to people who don't talk much. - Germain G. Glien
