I've been meaning to write about this topic every time I notice someone find my diary by googling something completely random and funny. I can't remember alot of examples because I can never remember anything but one of them was definitely "Scarlett Johannson's bum."
So today, someone found this page (click) by searching "Jian Gomeshi is gay." I guess I either spelt it wrong or there are not many pages about Jian Gomeshi's sexual orientation because Google only came up with four hits: two which were random, one which was mine, and one which was Kris's. Out of the entire internet someone's random, mispelt search found my diary and my twin sister's. Who does that?
Anyway, upon looking at the entry that resulted in the hit, I realized that it was a really good entry and made me wish that a) I had more time to write entries as long as that and b) the entire year spent from that entry to now could be undone so that I would have my grammar skills at a higher level than they are now. Because let me tell you, the internet makes you dumb. Everyone knows that, but in my case it makes me not able to conjugate verbs and use correct punctiation and the like (Conjuction Junction, what's your function?) (Reality Bites is a surprisingly good movie).
Oh yeah. I wrote an entry at three in the morning yesterday. There's not alot of mention about Luke Doucet which is surprising since it was the reason I went to the show. All I can say is he is Luke Doucet: god of the guitar, the telephone, and stories about Judy Garland. Which, if you want to know what that song is about, you will just have to go to one of his shows (it involves bridges, bicycles, and stoned girls).
posted + 2004-10-02 at 11:40 p.m.