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'S been awhile
Been busy. Finally started interviewing--my resume is attracting amazing amounts of attention, and now it's really only a matter of time before I find the right place for me.
I'm feeling a little nostalgic tonight, and wanted to post these lyrics. I think he knows who he is ;-)
What do you say when it's over?
I don't know if I should say ( Read more... ) -
Today is the first day of the rest of my life
So, after 25 years of stumbling around, and four years after just saying "fuck it" and starting over, I finished my undergraduate work yesterday. It means nothing, and it means everything. I am a bit behind the curve, and I have no idea what the future holds, but I did it, and it's done. After starting and stopping so much, it's nice to just ( Read more... ) -
When you're going through Hell, keep going...
The dreams I have when I sleep have always been incredibly vivid. For the last few years, they've sort of paled, faded like photographs, but remained remarkably detailed, moreso I suppose than--what I can suss out from other people, at least--is normal. I accepted this muting as a sign of maturity or age, if I even thought about it at all. And I ( Read more... ) -
I am the hero and villain of my own story
Visions of the recalcitrant blogger. I looked, and I've not blogged in almost a year and, to be perfectly honest, I don't even remember writing that last post. I've stayed away because the stale scent of my self-absorption nauseates me. I don't want to be that guy anymore. I just don't, and I fight against it constantly. It's a war that can ( Read more... ) -
Long time no blog
I haven't felt like blogging in a long time. Or, I have, but not here at this one. Or I have, here at this one, but feel ridiculous doing so. I'm not going to go through it all, and cover the distance between my life then and my life now; sometimes it feels like I've crossed entire worlds, and that circumstances and I have both changed, for the ( Read more... ) -
Damage (Un)Control
I'm not even looking to see when I last blogged. It's been many months. I've deliberately avoided LiveJournal out of guilt: Everything got ok (and remains, if but only, ok) and without anything to whine about, I found myself curiously inable to say anything at all. I'm far too private than is probably healthy. I can reveal the depths of my ( Read more... ) -
The harbor pilot of destiny
I'm just trying to feel safe. It's hard, because everything keeps trying to boil over on me (oh yeah, it's going to be a night of unrelated metaphors; roll with it) and I'm just trying to be all right because the stress is causing me to react extremely badly (15 hours of sleep, anyone? Anyone ( Read more... ) -
In which our hero revisits the recent past
The first thing they tell you about wounded animals is that they are unpredictable. We-and I do mean the collective "we"-seem to forget that when it comes to interpersonal relationships, and that a wounded person, even "just" emotionally, is still wounded and likely to react in ways that we might have expected or even counter to the way we usually ( Read more... ) -
In which our hero steps on the new train
There is nothing quite so curiously torturous for people inclined to the desire to write than the inability to act upon that same desire because the words simply won't come ( Read more... ) -
Now leaving Extremetown.
So I've been trying to be more regular about blogging just because it's something I feel I need to do, if only to accustom myself to the task of writing more. I have to write more. I need to write more ( Read more... )