putting my money where my effing mouth is
In other words, it’s time to start the embarassing parade of 10 year old websites and journal entries from high school. This thing I’ve started talking about, this part of the Internet that we all participated in, but no one has acknowledged thus far, I’m getting such a fantastic response about the topic that even if the panel doesn’t happen, I think we should do something. All of us old school grrl goddesses. Let’s all tell our stories, girls. And cringe while we do it!
But seriously, what should it be? Can we do an archive? Should a book be written? This is the kind of thing people go back to school for, but why keep it in the confines of academia? Also, I don’t want to go back to school. But I do want to talk about this, because I think it’s important.
So, without further adieu, without any editing whatsoever, I present to you, a tiny slice of the Internet, of me, of my life, as it was in 1998. And yes, the lyrics on the side are the Gin Blossoms. In which I talk about my SATs, and OMG how awesome my friends are, and what my predictions would be for their future lives. I was kind of right about one of them.
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