Time to Send Letters to Future You

I have referenced Future Me here and here so I guess you'll be quite familiar with her. (I'm not. I can't be familiar with someone who doesn't exist.. :I)  I guess I was Future Me sometimes when I read my old blog posts and facepalmed at how SHTOOPID they were, but meh, no regrets here. >.<

Anyway, so I was looking for a more convenient way to email Future Me somehow in some way - read: I was reading a page about how to get over an ex (don't ask why, I have weird Facebook friends T_T) and came upon a cute little link - because I have a weird...ritual, of sorts.

I have a McDonalds Power Rangers notebook. (WAIT NO, DON'T GO AWAY. KEEP READING.) I used to use it to write my "essays" as a dewy-eyed seven-year-old about corn or cake or inventions I'd make someday. One time I happened to write an essay on love. It went something like, "REMEMBER MAN, NO MATTER HOW UNFAIR THEY SEEM, YOUR FAMILY LOVES YOU. I MEAN COME ON, CUT THEM SOME SLACK, YOU'RE KIND OF AN ANNOYING KID YOURSELF. :I"

At the time I started flipping through the pages for amusement (and, yes, facepalming at my lack of intelligence), I was kind of going through some personal biz concerning my family. So, yeah, the "essay" kind of cheered me up. So right after that, I wrote myself another "gonna-cheer-mahself-up" note, signing it as,

"I'm cheering for you, kidZ. I know you won't let me down.
-kidZ of April 2012"

Months later, I read that note. I was going through problems. Again. And it cheered me up. Again.

After that I kind of wrote a new note every time the last one cheered me up.

So, now that the flashback is over, I guess you can say Past Me is really good at cheering up Future Me. (Even if Past Me is kind of a lazy bum. Heck, Present Me is one, too...)

i am so sorry, future me XD

WELL, ANYWHALES, I found a neat little site called FutureMe.org. Where you get to email Future You. Now, ain't that the bee's knees?

I've tried a program that's kind of like it, when my family and I took a LEISURE TRIP to a place called Nido Science Discovery Center - a science center funded by a milk company ._. - and I typed in a message that was something like "YO WAZZUP GIRL, THIS IS PAST ME HERE, I'M LIKE IN THE DISCOVERY CENTER NAO. HOW'S THINGS GOIN' OVER THERE YO? NOT TOO GOOD? WELL THEN I'M FLIPPED. XD JAJAJAJA, -kidZ, 2010" along with a webcam shot of my face.

When I first got it, I was all, "A MESSAGE FROM MY PAST? :O" (I forget things easily, okay?)

And then when I read it...

There wasn't enough room on my face for the facepalm that followed.

Sigh.

Well, anyway, I'm gonna go write myself a letter for Future Me. Peace out, and have a wonderful daaaay.