Nostalgia.
Disturbia.
You get the idea.
So, I deleted my MySpace. Actually, rather...annoyingly, I could only delete the interface of my MySpace rather than cancel the account altogether. Turns out, back in 2005 when I first created a MySpace account, I arranged for the account to liaison with my college email, meaning any and all MySpace notifications were automatically directed to my college email. Why I set it up as such, I have no idea. After all, I graduated college in 2004. I didn't get a MySpace til 2005. Time warp to year 2008, I obviously no longer have access to my college email, since, I mean why would I? I'm over college and college is over me. Additionally, after graduating, I didn't take the 5 seconds to reroute future college email to a different, non-college, and all around universally-accessible email address. So, whatever is sent to my college email, I guess, stays there forever. Somewhere out there in the internets my unread college emails, whatever they may be, are compiling endlessly. Cool! I just hope I didn't win a million dollars...or even worse, missed out on a really funny (or informative) forward. Ugh, the possibilities...
Long story short, I can't deactivate my account without access to my college email so that I can open the "Confirm MySpace Account Deactivation" email Tom so nicely sent to me making absolutely certain I REALLY wanted to cancel my precious account.
I do, Tom. I do! But...can't. Oh well.
Despite this setback, I deleted everything off of my original site: pictures, friends, comments, etc. and made everything completely private to my now 0 friends with hopes that, someday, my site will be automatically deleted for general lack of use by the powers that be on MySpace.
The kicker is (and yes, there is a point to all of this), I accidentally clicked my MySpace inbox link and, while the page loaded, thought for a single, solitary second "You know what, I should probably delete every message in my inbox." Quickly, reality set in and it hit me like a bat out of hell that flew into my windshield like a ton of bricks only to later find out that my car insurance doesn't cover windshield replacements: there are some solid gold nuggets in that inbox! You'd be a fool to delete such treasure, matey! Arg!
OK, maybe my inbox isn't that cool, but at the least it can provide hours upon hours of entertainment and horror. I made up my mind. The sweat dripped from forehead as I intensively reviewed the computer screen before me: I had to fully ensure that the cancel button would indeed specifically cancel my original (stupid!) intention of deleting all selected messages.
Phew. Success. Inbox intact.
What a relief. I mean, next to graduating high school, preserving my inbox was hands down the best decision of my life. I mean, I had over 168 pages of messages to peruse. Wow. Bet you wish you could get your hands on some of those, don't you? Mhm. Raspberry jelly.
Ohh man...OH MAN, some were juicy, some were retarded, some were embarrassing, some made me smile, some made me mad, some made me laugh (but not lol, I almost never do that, a haha at the most) some were touching, and some made me squirm. By the end, I endured an endless range of emotion through each click. After looking through all 168 pages of random messages, it dawned on me that I've weirdly encountered a LOT of different people over the years, some I regret ever talking to while others I regret not getting to know better, or perhaps not taking the time to provide a reply. I also read messages from friends (former and current) that instantaneously transported me back to some interesting times, ideas, and situations. I would have completely forgotten most of these memories if it weren't for this overlooked gem of an inbox.
So fun.
In conclusion, any of you random weirdos out there that read this blog and used to check out my MySpace, well, I guess now you'll have to settle for just my blog. Unfortunate, I know...
But oh, you can easily find me on Facebook. Or in real life.
No, no. Make that just Facebook.
