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i lied writing these blogs do help and rereading them and writing and reading.  they help me sort out stuff like a table and a bunch of mnms of various colors that i leave and come back to when im frustrated and remember my method of sorting.  sometimes things just suck.  they are going to suck.  they are going to continue to suck and thats it.  but sometimes things dont suck as much and someitmes they dont suck at all and you just need to make a really long incomprehensible blog entry about it go back to the minecraft mod pack youre grinding on before you ahve to go to bed and go to work the next day and stop thinking.  maybe i'll figure something out maybe i won't in all likeliness ill probably never get the exact outcome i want regain my passion for hobbies and dreams lost and im not gonna end this on  a " but maybe i will and its about the friends we made along the way" because i dont know  and i don't think it's likely but thinking about it right now versus brain rotting in minecraft.... i think the more appealing option is making itself clear even though attempting anything feels like scalping myself.  hopefully tomorrow when i go to work and suddenly gain the mindset that im capable of changing my life and that its all simple really i'll find something to answer my questions to until i need another answer
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the answers to my questions nobody asked are in the answers to the previous questions nobody asked i left in  journals and one off comments and little blogs i tell nobody about and  hoping someon would find 

im just sick of the boulder today im just sick of the boulder yesterday im just sick of the boulder

i dont know how to fix things.  I've tried being at my best i've been at my worst ive been inbetween it all sucks everyday every day everyday every day im reallllllly sick of the boulder guys!!!!!!!!!!  rome wasn't built in one day but it was eventually built and fell and built and fell and built and fell and probably turned into a tourist stop somewhere that eventually died cuz of no business and immm msoooo tireedddd sheep are countinggg to mee

what im trying to say in my patented method of communication outlined in the first sentence of this lovely post for my eyes is that i dont know how to fix things.  i try to keep the mentality of progress isnt linear rome wasnt built in a day blah blah blah but im just in a low point on the graph today and ive been at a low point on the graph for a while and it always goes back to the low point on the graph and does the graph even spike?? it just feels like its slightly less lower instead of up.  every year i get older every day i remember when i was a day younger mont younger year younger and wonder how i bring myself back up how do i do it how did i do it ivw tried replicating habits of the past one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one byuone frame by fram by frame by frame and like a drug nothing hits anymore.  i dont feel like perusing the old web i dont feel like making a website whats the point of learning pythong i know i can i dont feel like it i dont want to draw its not fun anymore all i can do is drag my chud ass to the computer and play games until i have to go to work on the weekend and rush my weekes homework in aday.  all i can do is tell my self not to think about it too much or months later i end up writing another dreamwidth blog entry  i used to have so many dreams but i never acted on them and now i just dont want to anymore i just want to speedrun to my next nap.

i dont know how to end this just like i dont know how to fix this.  this blog isn't going to make it better thinking about it endlessly trying to find a solution hasnt made it better drinking more water rearranging my room getting a job play more games clean my room keep healthy stable routines destroy your healthy stable routines make friends stop talking to your friends its all the same unmaintainable unattainable i just want a step by step frame by frame a guide a method a list of things i need to work on to completion and at the end i get the reward of fixing myself but thats not realisitic im just so tiredddd im just so tired
 

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Hey!  Its been a few months. I can't believe its 2025 already.  all my old web stuff is still themed like marble hornets ha ha.  I love getting fixated on stuff but the months after, where i'm no longer as hyped and awestruck by the same media always feels bittersweet or depressing.

When i get into something, it defines me for the next weeks, sometimes months.  What i talk about, what i think about, what I do who i am (what i dream about too sometimes!) all dictated by whatever media thats got stuck in my head.  Its a thrilling experience, being so obsessed with a topic that even a comment about something completely different gets you excited because look! that happened there!  It becomes apart of me in away, carves a little hole in the ever dwindling space of my mind and hunkers down with the hundreds of other media ive cultivated a love for; be new wrinkles in my noggin to help put together my brain.  All that to say everything ive obsessed over, spent chunks of my time mulling over, committing my energy to all feel like they form a part of me.  And once the obsession starts dying, or dies, its disheartening!  it feels like im abandoning apart of myself.  This thing that ive molded myself around like throwing wet toilet paper to a wall is sliding down the bathroom tiles into the bathtub and my mom is yelling at me to get out of the bathroom and i have to leave but i want to do it again!

Sometimes I just wish i could make it last forever, feel giddy all the time at just the prospect of it all but it never lasts and eventually i have to say goodbye to the person that i wholeheartedly was and leave to become the person that i will wholeheartedly be.  However, I never completely let it go.  Or more accurately, it never lets ME go.  Like i said earlier, each and every obsession i've ever had has placed its block inside my head, and block by block it forms who i am.  The me that was obsessed with marble hornets left little operator symbols everywhere, left me with a passion of 2000's shitty camcorder graphics, is obsessed with the woods and flashlights, interest in 2000s internet horror series.  The me that got obsessed with half life, and subsequent valve titles, left me with an all time obsession over game design(though admitadly i was already obsessed with everything to do with game design, just more so after half life), a constant admiration of valve and its accomplishments, constant little quotes in my head that involuntarily pop up at the most random times.  Theres a lot more i could list, but frankly ijust dont feel like it lolll 

All that to say that i just miss some of my old interests, the way i felt engaging with the stuff and so on.  Like the old web for example, wish i could just get my brain to stick to it instead of coming back every few months ha ha.  It just never feels the same coming back to something though.  I guess that makes sense.  Im a different person from when i first got into something, so naturally it wouldn't be the same now, but sometimes i wish it was.  But i mean, I guess its good to experience new things, or just to experience the same things in a different way.  Things can't last forever but you can cherish the way it did last, keep it in your little pocket box and carry it with you as you add new things to it.  Thinking about it now you can really apply that to a lot of things, not just your old obsessions  ha ha.

Anyways, this isn't even what i meant to write about but the feeling of bitter nostalgia came up looking at all my old marble hornets themed stuff.  I was gonna just give an update on whats been going on in my life and what ive been into lately (arcane and DBH!!!!!)  It doesn't really matter though i guess, writing these journals always kind of feel like screaming into the void.  Maybe that's the point of old web stuff like this?  Screaming into the void.  Its quite cathartic, reminds me of how i'd write my diary entries in sophmore year.  It's still a bit weird to me though, i was born in 2007 and grew up on youtube so all i've ever known how to interact with the internet is to post something and try to gain a following from it.  Seriously!  I've never interacted with the internet and NOT tried to post something with the intention of getting a few likes, comments, or even followers.  I guess that's what makes interacting with more niche websites or old web stuff more interesting, its more personal and less, "whats going to get me the most engagement?"  On here its more like, "How can i meet the most people?"  or "How can i find the coolest site?" and all that good stuff.  Its refreshing.  I wish it was more popular honestly, the old-web culture.  I never really got to experience the oldweb in its prime, only its echo, I think itd be cool to see how much more alive itd look if it were as big as like, tik tok, or twitter. 

Well im getting tired so thats it for now,  im probably gonna update my site soon here, maybe make it more connected to my blogs?  I dunno. toodles!
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 today kinda sucked.  my brother is in the USA military and is a MP and he's going on deployment for about a year and today we had to drop him off.  

We had to drive three hours there then wait four hours for him to do some semantics at a meeting to go get dinner then drop him off at his hotel.  It was strange driving off knowing he's RIGHT there at the hotel but I'm still not going to see him until I'm only a few months away from 18.  I'm pretty damn close with my brother, I'd say he's my best friend so this really sucks.

In my brain, I don't worry about the process from A to B, I just know that I'm gonna be at point B, so whats the point in crying when I'm going to see him again?  yet my throat still tightened in the car ride knowing that that was the last hug I gave him before we left, last meal we shared etc.  My body wanted to cry but to be honest I didn't really get why, or maybe I just didn't understand why it bothered.  There's something you can read there about how emotioanally constipated I am but I just wanted to talk about this a bit so sue me, or not.  sueing would be NOT preferable

as for how the rest of my life has been going these past few months. bleh.  I started online school in August and to be honest i've been struggling getting my assignments done.  Sometimes its just hard to focus, and other times it feels all to easy to put everything off but I moved my work station to a room where I ONLY work at so I don't go oooohh lets fuck off on my phone for another 8 hours instead of doing this ASSignment that's going to take me ten minutes tops this is the totally logical and obvious thing to do! FUCK YOU PAST ME! I'm two months behind on my SAT prep class and my once glorious 3.4 or wtv gpa is in the shitter, flushed, and swimming with the chemicals of the sewers.

I don't know why I keep giving myself so many challenges, oh, take this computer science course AND digital media course on top of mandated English math and makeup classes because you were too depressed to do any hw for four months last semester? of course!!! WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF UGH this is the exact reason I can't even think about my last months in sophomore year without getting the thousand yard stare

Reguardless, I'm shaping myself up.  or at least trying to.  I'm also trying to make an effort to be less of a loser and actually get some exercise, my brother setup a mini home gym for me and a bunch of resources on exercises I can do and a schedule etc.  so basically I've been working out. heh clap it up, I know you're all so proud I SAID CLAP IT Worst part though is that after every workout I feel sick to my stomach and feel like I'm about to hurl. yea, I know ok OK WHATEVER maybe my constitution is ass but my deterimination to try this for at least a month is a little LESS ass so.

Ive also started watching DEXTER! and oh my god. I love it so much.  I'm going to stop at season five cause I don't want to see the weird incest plotline(yes your heard that what is up with 2000s show and incest)  I also hear its pretty much shit after five/four anyways SOO  I'll make a separate post(and probably webpage too lets be real) about dexter words allude how much I love to gnaw on this show I kid you not I was rolling on the floor(it hurt!)

that's about all I can think of to say, toodles!

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