all I care about is love.
Feb. 8th, 2004 06:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enamouredSometime I go on serious rampages when I search at LJ and GJ for people who I used to go to school with. I guess I want to find if some of my former classmates are actually a lot brighter than I imagined them to be, or what they're up to, or if they even wonder about me as much as I wonder about them. I wonder if my former best friends Katie and Stephanie have them; if Melissa or Salaka or Candice P. has one. I wonder if Kevin or Michael has one, or if all the guys I secretly harbored crushes on have had one. I have this ridiculous obesssion of trying to track down things from these people for reasons I don't get. Maybe it's because even though you talk to someone from day to day, you really don't know what goes on in their pretty little heads, and for some reason, we choose to reveal ourselves in a public forum kind of like this.
Maybe it's because so many kids at my school have journals that I've heard about or found. Online journaling's kind of weird to me now, because there are some people I see everyday who have journals, and I want to find them and read them because I'm a literary voyeur. I'll admit it--secretive as I am about my handwritten journal, I'd read someone's handwritten journal in a minute. I'm interested in what goes on in people's minds and what they hope for and wish for but they'd never say.
I think everyone should keep a journal. Really, I do. And I think that they should be able to share a few entries with everyone, anonymously. There are so many people who have interesting stories, and what's the point of having all those interesting tales and not being able to share them with anyone?
Maybe I'm just weird.
I digress. I think I'm just a little obsessed with the fourteenth this year. And with wanting to confess my feelings to Drew. Someone suggested buying a kind of playful card and leaving a message, but I've no clue what to say. Words fail me when it comes to something like this. I can always write about fictional couples admitting their feelings, but when it comes time for me to do this, I am just out of it. I wish I had the words to tell him.
With that said, I'm still looking for former classmates. This is a sad, sad obession, along with Valentine's Day and agonizing over crushes.
Maybe it's because so many kids at my school have journals that I've heard about or found. Online journaling's kind of weird to me now, because there are some people I see everyday who have journals, and I want to find them and read them because I'm a literary voyeur. I'll admit it--secretive as I am about my handwritten journal, I'd read someone's handwritten journal in a minute. I'm interested in what goes on in people's minds and what they hope for and wish for but they'd never say.
I think everyone should keep a journal. Really, I do. And I think that they should be able to share a few entries with everyone, anonymously. There are so many people who have interesting stories, and what's the point of having all those interesting tales and not being able to share them with anyone?
Maybe I'm just weird.
I digress. I think I'm just a little obsessed with the fourteenth this year. And with wanting to confess my feelings to Drew. Someone suggested buying a kind of playful card and leaving a message, but I've no clue what to say. Words fail me when it comes to something like this. I can always write about fictional couples admitting their feelings, but when it comes time for me to do this, I am just out of it. I wish I had the words to tell him.
With that said, I'm still looking for former classmates. This is a sad, sad obession, along with Valentine's Day and agonizing over crushes.
