tell me about your proudest moment! as in, the moment in which you were most proud of yourself.

That's a good one! If you haven't answered already, I am totally asking back, haha.

I really don't know. I was an EPP kid in elementary school so people always told me how smart I was so I've never been particularly proud of grades, for example, just arrogant to people (which I am not proud of). I was pretty proud of myself for moving back to Seattle alone, but maybe equally ashamed and embarrassed when I came back here.

Ask me, tell me anything.

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I've relocated my old schoolwork blogs into new blogs under my same name. Trying to collect some of my scribbles here now. They'll still go to Xanga only I won't do much other journals here. Aside from this, I suppose. Ha. Oh, Xanga.

I'm not your friend.

I don't know how I let this blog fall victim to schoolwork, but that's what happened. I guess it's because no matter how often I was forced back to blogspot, my blogging love and loyalty still remains back over at xanga, where I've been for years and years now. I guess I just love the archives, the way I can see what I was like back then, even if I can't remember myself anymore. Hell, sometimes it even helps to look back in the last week or two, to see how I felt, what I thought, what I was going through. Some days I'm too busy for it, and I really wish I weren't. I wish I could document everything. Like The Machine. And I could see it all over and over again and relive my triumphs and mistakes over and over and over until I didn't need to watch them to replay every second in my head until I couldn't feel anything about it anymore.

heartbreak? heartbreak? AUGH.