Surfin' Acton USA

I was randomly clicking through the blogs of everyone in Acton, Massachusetts (dismally few, but more than one would expect). It's kind of funny that the list was littered with half-dead blogs dutifully updated for a week, then gradually less and less until they withered away. Actually, I'm not sure that's funny because I'm talking about death--in an electronic, metaphorical way--but still talking death.

Anyways, I encountered a blog by a fellow female teenage Actonian, who said this:

So, recently my LJ and Xanga have been
populated by people who I don't neccisarily want to be visiting them. Because of
this, I decided I needed to create a private blog- a small one, a discreet one,
with no memories or attachments to other things. No school, no camp, no silly
feuds or desperate attempts to make myself seem credible. No vain, emotionless
ramblings about the series of my day-to-day events, no silly polls. Just me.
Pure, white, clean, and effortless me. Every single note I sing or think or
scream will be for you to decipher. Be my friends, be my confidantes, be silent
if you wish. But please just try and understand these nonsensical mumblings that
tumble from these lips. I have the worst intentions and the best of ideas. Love
me.

That pretty much sums up why I am here too--more elegantly than I could. I think that afterwards she rambled on about drugs and shit in school, which is so far removed from my end of the scholastic spectrum. Alas, my safe, boring sheltered world, where my biggest worry is a grade on a exam. AP Mic and Mac in two days. Boy am I not excited.