I got myself an account on blogspot because I'm convinced that Livejournal has exhausted all of my pseudo writing skills. Maybe a grim "atmosphere" such as blogspot will help point my way toward an improvement. I don't mean grim like "clinical," although clinical isn't so bad either. Sterility, austerity, and isolation will definitely contribute to my otherwise frazzled state of mind. Because Livejournal is frazzling. It's like the Moulin Rouge of randomness. The Pahiyas Festival of words. The Ati-atihan of writing styles: the whinings, the lists, the infernal quizzes, the interminable surveys, the hustle-and-bustle of all kinds of self-centeredness converged in one, compact, galaxy...

You know what I mean?

I need to be somewhere without the distraction of a friends page, icons, etc. I need to be in a place where I can, in a way, hear myself think. In a place where my self-centeredness reigns supreme. Like Epicurean therapy, only without a teacher and the Gardens. Epicurean slash Stoicism, so I learn how to rid myself of my own "diseases." I just need to be alone and apart from the possible contamination of a writing community. You know, it's very unfortunate how I don't think I can transcend my being self-centered (aren't all of us online journallers?) but at least in this space, in my sad state of 21-year-old impressionability, what I write doesn't have to get old. I don't have to try and keep abreast of what's happening, or worry about getting movie spoilers, or just worry, in general.

Yeah.

In all honesty, I don't think this is going to be any different than my livejournal or my sporadically-updated blurty. I'll try and turn this into something more literary, for the lack of a better word, but ... let's see how it goes. Cross all fingers and toes.

(And this half hour of musing has cost me precious thesis time. I don't care. It was worth it.)