Smarmy, Ubiquitious, Usurped and so on...

Jul 25, 2005 10:49

I have a little obsession with words. Words that don't get used often. I try to incorporate them into my every day vocabulary. I spend a lot of time trying to explain them to blank faced people...often with the response of "did you make up that word?". I'm not trying to toot my own loquacious horn...I'm not trying to be academically superior, I ( Read more... )

lofty, quixotic: visionary, fantastic, idealistic

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mariondream July 25 2005, 22:00:09 UTC
Hello. This is Olney. :- ) I am keeping a journal called Marion Dream now, though I have been considering going back to my Olney journal.

Just wanted to let you know since you left such a nice message in my old journal.

Farewell for now. :- )

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madmonday July 26 2005, 15:59:12 UTC
I came across your old journal randomly, although I believe that randomness is often specific. I grew up with an enormous amount of solitude and self awareness so I immeadiatley felt empathetic towards your entries. I have not been keeping a journal for very long and my entries are sporadic, but I hope that you will not mind if I read your entries and respond from time to time as I find them to be very engaging.
With my regards ;)

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mariondream July 26 2005, 17:14:40 UTC
Really... well, it is nice to know there are others with a similar childhood then. I was homeschooled... what was your reasoning?

I would be very humbled to have someone like you read and comment. :- ) Please do so, and I will add you to my friends list.

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madmonday July 26 2005, 20:09:27 UTC
I don't ever really remember feeling like or ever being treated as a child. I have a hard time with the word childhood. I raised my often uninvolved and juvenile single mother. My father was rarely in the picture and usually only called on me to impress a new girlfriend or if he was feeling particularly needy. So, I was pretty much left alone to do whatever I felt like and was expected to make sure that things were taken care of. It is a running joke in my family that I am still raising my parents and doing a poor job of it. I moved 2,000 miles away from them 4 years ago and much to my dismay, my mother moved 30 miles from me last year. So, this is the first installment about me...So, now at the age of 28 I am actually a very well rounded person because of all of it. I guess I can't be too bitter.
Until next time...

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