Having a blog fills me with conflicting emotions. On one hand, only about four people ever leave comments (and only then sporadically) which gives me the impression that nobody reads this so I feel pretty free to write whatever I want, but I also get bummed because, what?, don't you find me interesting enough to read all sorts of useless things about me?...but then I'll be out-and-about talking to a friend-of-a-friend and I'll mention something I've written about here and they'll say "Oh yeah, I read that in your blog" and then they'll stop themselves because they realized they just showed me their hand and I'll realize that they know a hell of a lot more about me than I know about them and it'll make me wonder what they think about me and if they think my blog is stupid which just makes me feel all insecure like I was in high school and then I'll remember that I'm 27 which is SO almost 30 and I'll start wondering if my crow's feet are visible. So what I'm saying is, this whole "blog" thing is stressful, even if no one reads it. I grapple with whether or not to keep writing, and I'm constantly telling myself that I'm not going to tell anyone about it, but then I go and post the link on my myspace page, but still no one leaves comments.
I'm sleepy. I just finished the last season of Home Movies, which is one of the best shows ever made, if ya ask me. I almost cried a couple times...but then I remembered that my roommate has all the seasons on DVD so instead I just grabbed season 1 which I am now watching. I'm thinking a lot about my bedroom too...and my future, which includes a master plan I'm formulating for January...more on that later. Ikea. I'm going to Ikea this week...and getting a facial...and having band practice...and seeing the Fiffle Foofers at UCB...sleep. I must sleep now. I think I'll start writing posts like the ones I wrote when I first started this blog...more actual stories and less "today I..."'s.