Currently Watching Mean Girls (Widescreen Edition) see related

If you're looking for something interesting to read, this is probably not it.  I'm just looking for ways to spend until 7AM when I get off work.

I didn't know MySpace closes down nightly between 2 and 4 AM.  Probably because I usually have better things to do between those hours.  Like sleep.  (Side note: Is it allowed to say "MySpace" on Xanga?  It seems a little wrong, like admitting to liking men at a lesbian convention.  I think I'm safe, though, because this would be the world's smallest convention.  And there aren't any lesbians present.)

So I've started working out again after one long hiatus.  Working out and I have a sort of abusive relationship.  Maybe we take a break, but you know eventually I'll come back for more.  That, and I have my materials for getting my personal training certification in the mail, and, well, who wants Shamu for their personal trainer.  To be clear, I'm not the size of Shamu, which is really a good thing because I would have lot of work to do.  Namely, see about obtaining a set of legs.

It wasnt just that MySpace is Undergoing Maintenance, I planned to get back to Xanga-ing, anyway.  This just happened to make me do it now versus eventually.  Xanga and I are old pals.  I've had this page for nearly 3 years.  Not that I'm bragging or anything.  Okay, maybe it's more like 2 1/2, but either way, we go way back.  I like a few things about MySpace, namely keeping in touch with people.  Or, kind of.  If you count adding someone, never talking to them, and eventually deleting them as a method of keeping in touch.  I can't possible fathom why I encouraged my sister and brother to join.  (We're going to church for a second here:  I'd like to thank MySpace for making my brother computer literate.  He couldn't even type before MySpace.  I'm not sure he even knew how to use Google.  Amen.)  They were both the "I'm never gonna do that" type that eventually joins and whores out with the best of them.

The thing about high schoolers is that moderation isn't exactly a key word.  My brother MySpaces like it's going out of style.  At home, there is one "family computer".  I think perhaps they were curious about what was eating so much of my brother's time.  Long story short...  You know those people that whore to the point of actually referencing MySpace in daily conversation and extrapolating data into meaningful, significant fact?  My mom is now one of them.  I warned my mother about the dangers of MySpace whoring.  I was completely and utterly shocked when she referenced a comment left on one of my blogs, for myriad reasons.  Among them are the fact that I had no idea what comment she was referencing, the fact that mentioning a comment on someone else's page is way stalkerish, and the fact that somehow, she actually spent time enough on my page to read my blog comments.  I think that in order to get the wrong idea about something, a person has to take the time to think about whatever it is at all.  And who thinks comments are remotely serious???  These are the dangers of parents MySpacing.  Maybe it's that it's 335 AM, but that is one absurd story.  Kind of grosses me out.  Is it possible to be stalked by your parents? 

My toes are asleep on my right foot.  Rockstar doesn't keep your toes awake.  So anyway, I still have my haven in Xanga.  Well, I'm going to see about changing my page colors and such.  I'd change my pic, but I'm not in my room.  I'll get to that in good time, my friends.  (What am I kidding, I have no readers anymore!)