The Bounds of Netiquette

"Um, no. I think that would seriously exceed the bounds of netiquette, not to mention good taste." -Remington

To repeat: Oh, shit. I'm sure this is going to sound idiotic, but um, I didn't know that was supposed to be a bad thing. Well, shoot, so long as we weren't dirty-talkin' I didn't think it was bad, and I hate paraphrasing ("then he said this, and I said something like that, and then he said something like..." Ugh) and it was so much easier to just copy and paste... Okay, so he doesn't know I did that, or for that matter know of the existence of this page. (And let's hope that continues, or else things'll be getting embarrassing) But well, um...

I am seriously considering doing one of the following:

1. Go through all the journal entries at least from November on and deleting and paraphrasing every e-mail.
Pros: If, God forbid, this is found by uh, anyone, it's not (in that area, anyway) incriminating.
Cons: Would take forever to do. Messes with previously written material (I didn't want to do that here).

2. Stop doing a journal altogether and deleting this thing, as if it is found it's just toooooo incriminating.
Pros: Eliminates the need to worry that this'll be found, eliminates the problem of my e-mail quoting.
Cons: Don't want to stop doing this. Nuh-uh.

3. Do #1, plus go back and edit through entries for all incriminating guy crap that makes me sound insane, so in the event that this is found, it won't be too bad. In future writings, much disguise, evade, and nonspecify.
Pros: Gets me out of trouble if it's found.
Cons: Don't want to do that. Way too much work. Plus, I wanted to be honest in here, not have to lie and evade and shit like that. Ugh.

4: Start over, delete all links to past entries/archives/etc (for the record, I'd still leave old entries up, just see if there was some way I could uh, hide 'em or something so new readers can't see them), and become anonymous. Go to some generic college, have aliases for all my friends and dates, and do all the stuff I didn't want to do in here before.
Pros: No one who finds this will ever know it was me, therefore I won't get into trouble.
Cons: I don't want to get rid of the past entries, or go anonymous.

5: Pay money for a site, get it passworded (can't do that on Geocities, I think), keep the thing a secret, move everything there.
Pros: Solves the problem, but...
Cons: I don't wanna pay, don't know shit about passwording even if I did. Plus, that's kinda annoying. And I'm already listed on a lot of journal sites...don't hugely want to mess with that either.

6: Do nothing, other than no longer quoting Remington's or anyone else's e-mails.
Pros: I don't have to do any work!
Cons: If this is found, oh shit.

I'm guessing that you're thinking, "Gee, why didn't you think about being found by some guy you dated before you started doing this? How brainless are you?"

Well, for those who have read about my bet with Victor about my getting a boyfriend or not, it's pretty obvious that I didn't think that would happen, with my luck going as baaaad as it was. Plus, when I started this, I was still into The Moron, who doesn't have access. And shoot, I didn't think I was gonna date anyone I met off the Internet again. Okay, so I don't think he'd check Geocities or something...but unfortunately, this site can be found in most of the search engines now (why? why? I didn't type it in to anything! The even more fun irony is that my other web site only came up in three searches, and I typed that thing in loads of places. Ugh!) if you put in my name...which, well, could happen. Okay, so not all of them are me (ah, the fun of having a common name), but there's a few that are... and if you know me, that's pretty obvious. I mean, he's probably curious as to what I do on the Web (and I don't share)...it could happen. And uh, now that I've found out/realized how bad it could go over...ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh...

And yes, I am brainless.

Seriously, folks... I need some feedback on this, and pretty soon if I'm going to do something about it. If anybody reads this (even if you're not mentioned in it on a semi-regular basis), puh-leeze write me. Vote on which solution to do, make any suggestions as to what to do, tell me to stop doing this, tell me to not stop doing this, tell me to go underground, tell me I'm a brain-dead moron, whatever you think, 'cause this might not be lasting much longer. I don't want to quit, but I may end up in hotter water than I expected to be. Even though my impulse is to say "Tell me RIGHT NOW!", I'm gonna give it three days: You have until midnight Sunday morning to respond to this plea. If I get no e-mails by that time, I will assume that nobody reads this (other than Demma, Anna, Warren, and the guy known as spice) and therefore I can just do whatever the hell I want. Please put something in the subject line mentioning this, like "About msol," so I'm not too confused as to what this is about. I got an e-mail over break from some guy with the subject line "Sounds like hell", that went on for ages about how he and his wife met in grad school and it's better to put it off and his son met someone off the Internet and she got cancer, etc... it took me forever to figure out what page he was responding to...it turned out to be about my griping about my relatives on Spotfans. and not here at all! Or if you choose to be anonymous (which is okay), then post it on the message board, I'll try to check it more often for a change.

Good lord, I have turned myself into a train wreck to watch...not that I didn't know that I am one, but well, NOW it worries me.

"What's so hard to understand about the concept of anonymity? What if Jill or Amanda (not their real names) were to browse by and see their stories posted with my picture? I don't want to have to deal with that. To me, the best revenge is that (as of now) almost 30,000 people have visited this site, and most of them have read about those two bitches, and neither one of them knows it. Is that great or what?" -The Chicks Suck Guy

I got an e-mail from Remington, which I am not putting up, about the phone call last night. To (groan) paraphrase, he said (this was about how everyone started calling him at midnight) that he only told me to call. Awwww.

I guess it's okay to post from the newsgroup, though...

> > soo:
> > anyone else think the susans mite have thing fer each other?:
> 
> [...] people start doing the Internet equivalent of "Susan and
> Susan, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G?" I've lost track of how many
> times I've heard something like this about me. And most of it wrong
> too...

Ooooh.  Jennifer likes...um...some guy.
Hm.  That would work better if the first quote were attributed to someone. :)

-yams

> Ooooh.  Jennifer likes...um...some guy.
> Hm.  That would work better if the first quote were attributed to someone. :)

I _guess_ it would. 
Oh well...
=)
Jennifer

Well, I might as well say something NOT guy-oriented for once in my life lately...might as well comment on my classes (I took down the schedule page, as it was boring). I had two English classes today, one at 9 am and 1 pm. Both profs sounded like they would be interesting. I could comment more on this, but I don't think I will. My homework is basically a lot of reading...no biggie for me.

See, when the soap isn't occuring, things are dull. Well, I coulda gone on more about that, or mentioned how I thought I saw the jerky columnist outside my second class (I know, I know), but I think I'll just end it now and put this up. See if anyone reads this.

6 p.m. update: I am such an evil bitch.

Okay, you probably guessed that I am happy to get away from my parents, the fighting, the pressures, the guilt, etc. Well, Mom called me tonight to see if I wanted them to come to my Kappa Omicron Nu initiation thing in like a month, because if you bring guests they have to pay $3 (sheesh). It was on a Wed. night, so I figured they couldn't come and hadn't mentioned it to them. Although I didn't mind that too much, because I figured that a. at college, who's gonna have Mommy and Daddy there? and b. No screaming and fighting and embarrassing and picking at my every flaw that I committed while in the public eye. They did that so many times in high school (and middle, and elementary) I always felt like crap after getting my most recent award. I could finally attend a ceremony without feeling dreadful afterward. Peace and quiet.

My fatal mistake? Not being all jumpy-for-joy that they wanted to come. Suffice it to say that she pulled the Dad guilt trip, blamed me for all her yelling, and in general made me feel like an evil bitch. I know that some people's parents don't give a rat's ass about their kids and would die to have parents who gave a crap, but well, sometimes having them care so much really wears me down. Now I'm gonna have to call her back and act all sincere that I really want them to come... sigh.

Oh yeah, and I mailed Mom some pictures of Remington I got off the Internet, and she thought he was cute. She really liked that he's a minister (in the church of universal life or something like that, I forget exactly) for some reason. "Does he do services?" "I haven't the faintest idea." I don't think so, I think his whole family just did it so they could perform each other's weddings.

Ah, I love it when Mom pollutes me.

Oh, and an update on the drinking party: Talked to Sarah who talked to Mike, and apparently Brian isn't coming after all, someone named Dan is instead. I know so many Dans already...wonder if I know the guy? Well, probably not. I said I didn't know if I was going to ask Remington to it or not- he never commented on the party bit in the e-mail, so I dunno if he'd be interested. I'm not sure if I want to expose him to a crowd of horny 19-year-old engineers, one of whom keeps mentioning having sex with chickens and fucking ducks. I now scream whenever Mike says that! It drives me up the wall! And you know he won't behave around other people...

Oh hell, I dunno. I'm sleepy, I need a nap...but I'd better stay awake or I'll be a wreck come date time.

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