Truth be told...

I'm really just so bad at this these days.

I feel like my blog should be writing to me, updating me on my life, instead of the other way around: "Well, Lark, today you sat in front of the computer for hours facebooking high school friends from other years and obsessively checking your gmail in case someone sent you an e-mail while you were reading your fwd from Jenny--all instead of searching for grad programs or future jobs or the new laptop that you want to purchase or uncovering the meaning of life hidden away in some ftp server somewhere." Not that I even know anything about ftp servers, except that we have one at work and I sort of vaguely know how to use it.

My blog might also tell me "Yes, dear, there were a few people here checking up on you, but no one is really all that interested anymore because you never update your entries so, what do you expect? They didn't leave any comments because, you know, if you won't give them a portal to your soul, how can you expect any insight into theirs?"

Well you know what, Mr./Ms. Blogster, phooey on you. If you want to know what I think, you might just need to ask me, because right now, the blogosphere and I are just not getting along very well.



I feel like that scene in Fight Club (all the scenes in Fight Club?) where Edward Norton just beats himself up in his boss's office. Except that I'm not trying to get a sweet deal in return...but I wouldn't refuse. And there's no blood.