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I Am Pure Evil
Took a quiz that told me something, perhaps surprising.
How evil are you?
My goal in blogging is to avoid the whole "today I did this and this
and this and it was fun!" sort of thing. I wouldn't, if someone didn't
refer to xanga as "some journal site where people sign up and expect
other people to read about their boring lives". Made me think that
journals open to the public should be more interesting than what a
person did that day. I never have interesting input though. 
Does it really matter though? Should I even care what other people
think? On the whole, I don't, and claim not to because it's really up
to them what they think of me, it's not up to what I do. If they think
I'm a loser, most likely nothing I do will make them think differently
so what's the point trying? They aren't worth it then, anyway.
I think I'm ranting. I haven't done that in a while. I just feel like.. ranting.
I'm not sure I've actually written this much of nothing in an online
journal entry for a long time. I'm usually thinking when I write these
things, but I'm just lost in the whole spectrum of everything tonight.
I don't care. Holidays are coming up and I can be as dimwitted as I
want. But I probably won't be.
Apparently I'm smart, mature, intelligent, have potential, pretty,
cool, short, tall, skinny, underweight, mildly anorexic, and probably
manic depressive and/or bipolar. Apparently I'm a million things and
more, and possibly a million other things, even things I might not want
to be. Caucasian, for instance. But I can't help that, and today I
don't even care.
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Despite all she knew, none of which could excuse her from fate...