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Sunday, December 12, 2004 

A little close to the vest

Until recently my blog entries tended to be fairly personal.

That's changed.

I've found that lately I'm more inclined to keep things to myself, even offline.

I don't know why.

Even now, I can barely think of anything I want to write about. It's not that my life has gotten boring. Take the past week as an example.

It was the 'week from hell' with a major assignment due in every class.

Friday the girls downstairs had a cozy little 'unparty', complete with flickering candles and Pocky for men.

After putting in a solid appearance and drinking rye like water there, I made the trek with Jer down to Sneaky Dee's at College & Bathurst. I was a happy mess before the night was half done.

"You were LOAD-ED!" Christen said last night.

In defiance of my zombie hangover the next day, I ran stairs and watched the new Dawn of the Dead. It freaked me out so much that I chained the door and cursed myself for not having my billy club here in the city.

As you can see, I'm still doing stuff. The potential for amusing or telling anecdotes is rich, but the desire just isn't there.

that is why I said goodbye to my blog, and thus muchly understand what you are saying. (plus, that movie freaked me out too)

I've often wondered about this, why most of my friends either update sporadically or eventually lose their taste for the blog, and yet I never do.

I've come to the conclusion that I'm a compulsive writer (not that this is somehow better than not being one). After all, as Leo Rosten said, "The only reason for being a professional writer is that you can't help it."

I tend to find a lack of commenting as a big turn-off for writing personal blog entries.

No, this isn't a plea for comments on all my long-winded rants. But personally, I find that after I've spent time and energy into putting my emotions into sentences, I want the recognition of comments.

I want people to jump in and sympathize, or add their own little stories that match my feelings.

Allowing comments on my blog, but never receiving makes me feel cheated. As if I'm not writing for anyone. I guess I should be writing the blog solely for myself, but with the knowledge that about 14 people read my blog regularly, I want to know that people are indeed reading and not just saying they read.

So I guess it's just important for you to know that there are people out there who read and appreciate the heart it takes to sit down and spill your guts onto the cold, cold internet. I may not comment a lot, but that's simply because most of the time I don't know what to say. I very you as an 'elder' and typically think that you can't use advice from little, teenage Dan.

Merry Christmas

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