This Space is My Space, This Space is Your Space

So yeah, I've been on Myspace. I feel like I'm twelve pretending to be eighteen, but really I’m way older. It doesn’t help that in the news this week in Chicago a Naperville man was caught soliciting naughty things from an underage girl. The man is the same age as me. I feel old and weird to be on Myspace, even though it is originally aimed at people my age.

Still I did find some awesome people from my high school years, and a few from my undergrad. One guy said that he’s “still an overemotional psycho” another said “I remember you, you were one of the nicest coolest people I've ever met.” So yeah I think I like this whole myspace thing. Though I’ll be damned if I’m writing another blog. By God I can barely keep any of these things going.

I don’t know how I feel about the whole theme music when you open a page, I like it when it’s a cool song, but is there a song I like enough to hear over and over again and to blast at other people? I don’t know. I mean I do like going to some and hearing them; I’m rambling now.

Yes, so, Myspace, where else could I have gone to find out someone I really didn’t know from high school has committed suicide, Eddie Furlong (a small Filipino boy from my grammar school not Terminator 2) is now into gangster rap, and I found this picture of Erotic Volvo: