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Monday, Oct. 25, 2004 - 8:12 p.m.
Check it out! This is my 'classy autumn' look which came about because, as you probably guessed from the previous three entries (sorry about the colorful language), I screwed up my journal's template. Then I had to uncover my HTML saavy, really only available with great aid from an HTML book that I bought my freshman year in college. Just goes to show ya, well, some such moral about how everything you learn comes in handy some day. Either that or you forget it an hour after class, as you watch four consecutive hours of The Learning Channel. Ooh, delicously ironic.
I have been considering applying a theme to this journal, the problem being that my life really has no theme besides 'depressed and unemployed in a small Montana town'. That's not too exciting. And that is why having a theme makes no sense. My life, your life, our lives just don't run on themes. That would make life a whole lot easier, wouldn't it? My chosen life theme would be laughter. I would just laugh all day. I would surround myself with amusing people. Delightful.
But, of course, life comes to kick me in the ass. That should be my theme, 'How everything goes wrong just when I think I have it all figured out.' Oh, that's just life, thus I return to my original point. Life's only theme is that it defies all themes.
Pretend I am profound, okay?