Out of the blue, I suddenly had the strangest urge to blog in this dead Xanga. Not only that I decided to write using different font, but you didn't have to know that nor did you in the first sentence.

Since I'm bored and feeling a little tired from "White Orleanders", good book by the way, I sat on my bed debating which I should do first, sleep or internet? Unfortunately I chose the internet. Unfortunate why? I don't know why, but I know if I didn't choose it I wouldn't be here rammbling.

Everybody seem to be always stressing about school, I wanted to write something different, but I won't because I don't want too. School has been good, I have lately the sudden motivation to work harder. I wish I had this surge of energy the beginning of the year rather than 3 months before school ends. Which reminds me, summer is near and so is Exit Exams, SAT, '06 graduation, etc. Excited? I'm in between, sitting there in the same seat 3 hours doesn't help my excitment, neither does bubbling the 100 rows of bubbles help the scenerio.

I just notice that I have the worst writing habit of switcing subjects from one to another and back throughout my paragraphs. Not nessarily right now, which I probably am, but for example .. this very second.

I had no point in that nor do I have a point at all.

I have the most vivid memory of spending precious time on this Xanga. Focusing on the appearance, trying to satisify my creative needs and making a big production out of the idea of "Yeah, I made it". Somehow though I came to realize, right now, that I have never had the courtesy or rather the inspiration to write in this, but to produce a physical delicacy for viewers to see. I wrote stories and sometime passages, not for the sake of joy but the sake of knowing I can write filled a small whole inside my orgins. Then again, I am half alseep with a huge migran on the go from the deafening music my sister seem to be enjoying, so whatever I'm writing may seem true but it might just be another of my "prone" lies.

Again here goes my bad habit.

So I was silently sitting down on the couch, flipping through numerous channels searching for suitable taste, my mind began to wonder and wonder, than I realize, convienantly I forgot what in the world I was concentrating on. I lost sight of concious and thus began my adventerous journey through the mystical life of the unknown. Perhaps I'm going crazy, but I could not think straight. Vivid and vague memories of the past, present, and future flashed within the touch of my fingers. I knew this emotion, I knew it well, I have had this same sensation surge through me, wait no, it just occured to me.

It's a secret.

Thus again ... the continous of my bad habit never seem to end.
School tomorrow. Farewell, but it seems I am always running back.