Just for the hell of it. Does anyone ever comment on journals? Cause isn't that kind of the point? Anonymous feedback and such. I don't know. I never comment on them, mainly cause all of the 'most recent journal' things make no sense, anyways. Or are some girl bitching about their life or some person talking about getting high or their latest experiences with such-and-such lover. I don't think these things are such terrible things to write, I just have no desire to read them, or comment. No offense or anything, people. Goddd. So what is interesting in life. Ohh, I got the new Franz Ferdinand CD. Like, actually went out to a store and purchased it. Which is really something for me. And it was definitely worth it, though their other albums were better, imo. It's Friday night or Saturday morning, and I'm not sleeping. I don't want to sleep, yet. Though sleep would be relieving... Relaxing. This journal is, overall, pointless, but really people, comment! You don't even have to say anything in response to what's actually in it. I just want comments, for the hell of it.

From all the journals I've read on here, the majority seem to be people who are bored with their life, complaining. And I'd love to say that mine would be different. Special. You know. But then, I realize that of course if I'm not going to complain on here, then I would be off doing something. Shopping, seeing movies, partying...anything. So. Here I am. So I don't really have all that much to say. I could write about how my life sucked, but I would bore you. Perhaps later. I could write about my religion [or lack thereof] and try to convert people. But I consider that to be a pretty bad thing to do, to try to change someone's way of life. A lot of people depend on their religions. Live off them. Their faith is resting on something that isn't concrete, but at the same time, can't let them down. As long as they decide to believe in it, they won't lose faith. No matter how many bad things happen, they can just think, "Oh, it all happens for a reason..." and be through with it. I have nothing like that, and I don't consider it to be a bad thing. Sure, I'm not exactly the most optimistic person, but...I'm realistic. Yeah. Oh, I ended up almost contradicting people's religions, anyways. Oops. I could write here about music. That's what it's for, anyways, isn't it, this site? But, if you have made it to my journal, and read this far, then I assume you have also viewed favourited artists, possibly even viewed comments. What is there left for me to say? I could write about school. But really, there are enough sappy teenage dramas to last anyone a lifetime. And I have no desire to write another one. I could write about the past. The future. The present. Things that will never happen. Things that will always happen. Or I could write what I could write. Which I have done. If you have made it this far, I congratulate you. You must be really bored, possibly more than I am. You must have absolutely no life. But you know, that's okay, a lot of the time, I don't either. No one can have a life all the time. They'd get tired of it. Wish for peace and quiet and rest. Rest. Something that evades me. Sleep is challenging. You never know what will have changed when you wake up.

So, I entered my birthdate as January 1st, 1900. Of course, my actual birthdate is nowhere near this, but really. It was just for fun. And of course, everyone would know that was not when I was born. Not only are people that old dead, but they also would be blind, deaf, and overall not listening to the music I have favorited on this site [or using this site at all, for that matter.] But, here it lists my birthdate as sometime in 1969. Which makes it seem slightly more likely that I am some crazy, scary ol woman, which is...bad. But, nevermind. This is unnecessary. Really, now. Isn't this site supposed to be about the music? But I doubt I'll write much in these 'journals' about music, really. There are already pages where you can write it on each song, so this, also, is unnecessary. A blog of sorts, really. Which is enough to entertain me, for now. But at the same time, how can we not write about music? Really, everything is connected in some way, you know? And, since music is part of this everything, and this everything is connected to this page, then, in a way, everything I write, ever, anywhere, is connected to music. If not directly, then indirectly. Or is it than? Grammar. .__. Well. That is, once again, all.

I would just like to say that my birthdate is not January 1st, 1900, as is entered, and I am not some creepy old person. That is all.