I came home today from class with every intention of just grabbing my camera and leaving to go take pictures. And then I got online. And then I started IMing a few people. and Now it's dark out and 3 hours later, and I wonder where the time went. I think I'm addicted. To many things, but in this instance, the interweb. It is my nemisis. I love it so, but it drives me to do stupid things. It gives me the mediated knowledge of all mankind, but I use it to take quizzes for hours on end instead. It allows me to connect with my friends, but also gives creepy weirdos access to my private journal.
Granted, in many cases the creepy weirdos _are_ my friends, but that has nothing to do with it.
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