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First of all, you fondly remember what it looked like when you were using your loud-ass dial-up to connect to the internet.
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And you'd immediately log into AIM to see if your crush was online — and wait for that iconic door creaking sound if they weren't.
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But if you didn't have AIM, you definitely logged into MSN Messenger to chat it up with your BFFs.
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You spent way too much time picking out a buddy icon only to change it up every couple of days.
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And you were constantly coming up with VERY DEEP AND IMPACTFUL away messages that showed your true feelings to the internet world.
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And if you found a line in a song that spoke to your heart, you BET it was going in your away message or profile.
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And sometimes when none of your friends were on to chat, you would resort to talking with SmarterChild — who was basically the original Alexa.
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You absolutely remember the ~original~ emojis and used them excessively when chatting with your friends.
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You'd multitask by downloading music illegally from LimeWire, Kazaa, or Napster — and probably gave your computer a virus more than once.
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You 100% signed up for Myspace after hearing about it from all your friends at school.
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And you got a thrill of excitement every time you saw a boat load of notifications.
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You also spent way too much time selecting a profile page song that was in tune with your feelings.
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And you browsed through many customized Myspace layout websites so you could proudly display one that matched your personality.
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You left daily comments on all your friends' profile pages.
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You remember when free internet existed on CDs that were displayed in movie theaters and music stores.
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And you had at least ONE friend send you that infamous "The End of the World" video on YouTube.
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You also killed time by visiting Homestar Runner multiple times a day.
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And you'd also sometimes play online checkers with people you didn't know.
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And finally, when you had a BURNING question, your good friend Jeeves was always around to answer.
