I have been censored by the tryranical forces out of my control. Namely, my mother grounded me from 08/12 - 08/13 (when i will finnaly be allowed to make this post). Meaning, no internet. At all. No blogging. This post is being transcripted from a notebook with neon pink paper. Writing, with my hand. Such an unusual thing. LoL. I don't write in many of my paper journals anymore. Almost all of my renagade thoughts are caught and held at my BlogSpot.com. Crazyness, how quickly I had made that transition. At least i don't doubt, in my mind, why I have a blog. I did it because my handwriting sucks. A lot of people have jumbed the web logging band-wagon sincemany rip off sites have come along, claiming originality. Like the online gated-community that is xanga.com. Xanga.com blows. I hate how you can't even customize your own shit on there. Everyone's journal looks the same, except for the people who pay. So stupid. At blogger, you have complete control over the arrearence of your site. I guess that scares some people. I know that i learned more HTML working on my template than i ever learned by just listening to some one talk about it. Ha, i just noticed that once i can't blog, I'm writing (on paper)a psot about blogging. This is how big of a part of my life it has become. I just realized i could have typed this in Word and cut and pasted it once my grounding is over.I dunno, this feels better


There is more to this, but i am far too lazy to write the rest