The ironicy of this has yet to fail to amaze me. My lit professor has required that we keep a journal, which will be a major portion of the grading structure. Any one else humored as I am?

For as easy as it is to put words out here, in this vast world, the last thing I want is someone I have to contend with pretending to know me. It's one thing to pour yourself upon a world you never have to meet, but it's a complete other to give of yoursefl to someone you have to know. In fact, it's completely hilarious.