OH, THE RANTYNESS!

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Sittin in front of the 'puter, munchin jelly beans and ruining my appetite for dinner, must be time to rant about something.

See, I don't think of rants as neccisarily something negative. While I do tend to spend most of my time ranting complaining about something or another, I really see it more as incredibly unstructured writing. I mean, there's a reason I have to think really hard to remember to throw in paragraph breaks, this is all stream of consciousness stuff here. Whoever said you have to be a focused thinker and writer to get people to listen to you obviously did not say that in the age of personal sites. While it's true that if I walked up to you randomly and started complaining about AOL, you wouldn't give it a second thought unless I had a realy good arguement, as long as I'm writing for my site, you'll at least hear me out. The written word has an amazing impact, it lends solidity and credibility to even the most insane rantings. Not much, mind you, but it still carries more weight when I write than when I stand on the street corner and say this stuff.

This website is my personal soap box. I stand up here and people actually listen to a few things I say. Sure, it puts me in a position for tomatoes (the Canadian) and other hassles, but I think it's worth it. I mean, someone from BELGIUM was here listening to me rant. BELGIUM! I guess I'm trying to say that this place is really cool for me. I hope it's cool for you, too, but you don't have to keep it up and if you don't like it you can kiss my ...

Sorry, power trip. I'm better now. Maybe this is so cool for me cause I'm not exactly a hugely popular person, and this way I have lots of friends. I have 700 friends! Sure, a third of them are me, and my mom hits this site a lot, too, but still. It's also a project that I can show off to the world and still be able to work on and continue to add to. Most people don't read stories unless they're done. REALLY done. I have this little proplem with finishing things. I either get a really cool thing started, and see all these places where I can add on, and each time you add on to it, there's another tangent you could go off on, and it literaly can never be finished as I would like it, or I run out of ideas quickly and things die. This website would be an example of the first. I can put up the chunks I have so far, and it actually loks like a decent site, and I can keep adding onto it, going off on all those weird tangents. Like I'm doing in this rant. Where the hell am I, anyway? Man, it's sad when the author can't keep up with what she's writing as she's writing it, huh? Oh, well, no one expects you to understand my twisted teenage soul, much less the rantings it spews from time to time. I think I'll let you go now.

Innocent!