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So... Why a Website?
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So... Why a Website?

Modern social media is boring. Like, soul-crushingly boring.

When I first started using the internet, every corner felt alive. DeviantArt had a huge culture of layout customization—I used to love tweaking mine with community templates. Forums and pet collector sites? Even those let you deck out your profile and signature however you wanted. It felt like you.

Now? Every profile looks the same. Maybe you get a profile picture. Maybe a banner. And that's it. Everything else is corporate white and sterile gray, and it all feels... dead.

As someone who values creativity and originality, I miss the old days of the web.

Even official sites like The Simpsons had fun, weird layouts that matched the show. Everything felt full of personality and soul. It was messy, and imperfect, but god it was fun. It was us. And I want that back.

Modern sites are a minefield of intrusive AI chatbots, popups, cookie banners, and—most tragically—a total loss of the culture and individuality that made the early internet magical.

I actually stumbled across Neocities thanks to an old friend from high school—Claire (miss you!)—who had their site linked in their Discord bio. Check it out, it still rules.

Ever since I saw it, I wanted to make a site that felt as cool and personal as hers. But the final spark? That came from a video by Luvstar about making a website (here's the vid). It gave me the exact push I needed to finally get off my butt and start.

When and Why?
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When and Why?

I officially started making this site on March 15, 2025.
(That was 0 days ago!)

I've tried a lot of times over the years to make personal sites, usually with templates or pre-made platforms, but nothing ever stuck. It never felt like me.

I used Strawpage for a while because I didn't know how to code—and honestly, didn't want to learn. But then, I started my major-focused classes for my Business Admin + Analytics degree, and oh boy. I realized coding wasn't optional—it was required.

About halfway through a class on Python and R, I had a moment of clarity:
“Wait... coding a website can't be that hard, right?”

So I gave it a shot. And to my surprise, I loved it. I'm not a “real” coder—I'm just a humble business student—but because of my analytics concentration, I've had to learn more than the average person. Stuff like SQL, R, Python, Java… it's all in my coursework, and probably in my future jobs too.

This site became my fun little forever project. I add to it in my free time, tweak things, maybe overhaul it completely one day—who knows. But I'm really enjoying the process.

Also: I love having a space where I can rant.

Social media's word limits make it feel like you're trying to scream into a vacuum with duct tape over your mouth.

I've never really been one for journaling, but I did used to have a WIX blog—remember when that was free?! That was probably my favorite kind of "social media" I've ever had. I'm sure it's long gone now, but I swear I'm not letting this site fall into the same memory hole.

I love typing at my computer and throwing thoughts into the void where maybe, just maybe, 1 or 2 people will read them.

I don't know why it makes me feel good—but it always has.
Before this, I kind of used my private Discord server as a blog, just rambling to my closest friends. I don't really get replies, and that's fine. It's for me.

So if you're reading all this… welcome to my mind palace.
My little cyber diary. ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

Why the Theme?
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Why the Theme?

(a.k.a. What's up with all this cyber stuff??)

Okay. Story time.
I was like 8 or 9 years old, begging my dad every single day for a computer so I could play Minecraft on it. This was during the early Pocket Edition era—like, when the Nether Reactor Core was the coolest thing ever. I was insanely jealous of anyone with a real PC who had access to mods and all the latest updates.

Then, on my 10th birthday, I opened a box... and inside?
A bunch of PC parts. And a case.
I got to build my first gaming computer with my dad, and I swear, that memory is burned into my brain as one of the best moments of my life.

Since that day, I've been completely in love with gaming, tech, and all things cyber.

Even though I still love hardware stuff more—like modding my Switch or DS, customizing their shells and all that—I've always been drawn to the aesthetic of terminal prompts and glitchy digital vibes. So, I decided:
What if my site looked like a weird little pixel terminal floating through space?
And the idea just kept evolving.

The Indie Game Brainrot
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The Indie Game Brainrot

Since that Minecraft era, my love for gaming has only grown—but especially indie games.
And you wanna talk about life-changing games?
Undertale.

Undertale became everything to me. The music, the characters, the fan art, the entire vibe—I was hooked. I'd already played a ton of Nyan Cat and Flappy Bird back then, but Undertale really tied it all together.

I dove deep into the fandom. My favorite characters? Alphys, Catty & Bratty, Napstablook (and Mad Dummy, of course).
I played the 10-hour Temmie Flakes video on loop at least three times.
I blasted the soundtrack through our house speakers so much that my mom banned it. (She hates chiptune... sad.)

But I didn't care. That game helped shape who I am.
Cringe? Maybe. But it's true.
Because of Undertale, I got into pixel art, indie games, and this whole retro-digital aesthetic that I still adore today.
Even though I'm not very good at it, pixel art holds a special place in my heart. And I'll always support small creators and starting artists—forever and always.

The Soundtrack of My Brain
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Final Note: The Soundtrack of My Brain

Some of my favorite music leans heavily into the cyber/weird/digital space too.
Artists like femtanyl, Machine Girl, boggio, and Metaroom absolutely own my playlist.
Their glitchy, chaotic, pixel-synth soundscapes just hit the perfect nostalgia-nerd-energy sweet spot for me.

So yeah.
That's why I made a website.
And why it looks like this.
And why I'll probably never stop adding to it.

Thanks for stopping by. ♡

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milkypossum - Beautiful Princess Disorder 2:00
AZALI - please do not listen to this song 2:14
spellcasting - dancing around in circles until my little feet fall off 1:29
boggio - ATYCHIPHOBIA 2:38
femtanyl - P3T 1:42
Machine Girl - Grindhouse 4:03