Oh, so we don't have to wait a week to read the next entry. How nice.

I don't think there is anyone on this earth that enjoys reading her journal as much as I do. I think I am about the only one who bothers to read it, isn't that pathetic? It just reflects on how my mind is working, if I am paying attention or not to the little events that have happened around me, I often or not write about them? Right now, I am not.

Went out to lunch with some people I met online. Actually a couple I met online. It was weird at first, this whole online thing, it's quite uncanny like putting a face to the millions of computer faceless people out there. We all know there are people behind these computers behind the sometimes raunchy screen names we chat with all the time online, but to actually be faced with them, it's amazing..it's like so this person wasn't a figment of my imagination after all. I was just like WHOA! all the damn time, and I couldn't stop talking, and since they read my journal there is nothing new to tell anymore, they know the whole story of me, my neighborhood, my sexual dreams, my contorted mind...they know it all, and I just met "they that know so much about me." Isn't that a bit freaky for you reading this now. And they met online as well, through some gaming website and are now engaged...how does that happen, a real-life online love story, brought together by the magnetic powers of the Web.

It just goes to confirm how pathetic I am this is actually the most WHOA-like thing that has ever happened to me...second to well my BSB concerts, even that was a bit freaky because it put bodies and faces and voices to these guys I always listen to through the tube or on my jukebox and it put them right in the same arena as me...with a close-up moment for a picture.

Fast forward to my real boring life: It is still the same. I just downloaded some Launch music station that doesn't break off and slow down my Internet usage like the other one Musicmatch used to. I'm enjoying it...for now. Music doesn't appeal to me as much as before...is that bad? That my simple pleasures are changing...someone asked me what are the things I enjoy doing now, and I replied, "Honestly, I don't know." Because I don't.