Just when I think I have become an interesting and unselfconcerned adult, I discover I am still hung up about some very ridiculous things.* I had a dream the other day of a heartbreakingly sophisticated conversation with someone I used to know, who realized all sorts of things that it would have been nice to know all those years ago. Then I got to ( Read more... )

It seems that three of my acquaintances cleaned out their closets on the same weekend I did, three weeks ago. When I commented on this, one told me that it's a sign of spring--that people want to clean their nests, move, quit their jobs, anything to get out of the rut that is winter. I believe it ( Read more... )

“In an effort to keep our members on their toes, and to add to the overall level of entropy in the universe, the April/May edition of [erin’s livejournal] is being issued in June.” And written guerrilla-style in the hated Microsoft product that protects me from prying eyes. (Sorry Tarang.) (Content takes a backseat to format-haha, I mean, ( Read more... )

So all this working business seems to be giving me an excuse to basically do nothing else except sleeping and usually eating. It's amazing how much more it sucks up your life than, you know, not working.
I'm behind on every conceivable project, task, and maintenance duty outside of what I actually get paid for, and my reaction has largely been to ( Read more... )

I have not traveled. I have not created anything meaningful. I have not found something infinitely interesting. I have not contributed to Wisdom, Truth, Beauty, or even pedestrian Knowledge. I am not content.

I will defend this position. Do not protest.

The theme of the week is "do it yourself," and I'm amazed at the productivity of our grand human race. Yeah, we make bad things like bombs and Alan Jackson, but there's a whole world out there full of people doing their jobs and making things happen. I inherited a crafty gene from one grandmother, kitchen style from the other, book geekery from my ( Read more... )

So I guess it's time to write my compulsory new-life entry, because the whole world is just dying to not give a shit officially.
Not a whole lot has actually changed much, since I'm still working for the same company and living in the same town as I was two months ago. The hours are (much) longer, which is more difficult than I would have thought ( Read more... )

It's almost really morning. The birds are beginning to wake up and the sky has turned a smoky blue that reminds me of eight o' clock summer nights, because I've never been a morning person. I've stayed up too late (early) reading, which is a habit I should break.
It's harder to sleep at home for me now. But it's still "home," not "my parents' house ( Read more... )

My brothers are both playing KOTOR, so that's what I've been doing the past couple days . . . basically watching, helping with riddles, and making a nuisance of myself. Oh, and playing cards. I played poker with my brother's friends last night and wound up 70 cents up by the end of the night . . . typical.

This is not the most spellbinding week of ( Read more... )

Okay. I can't do it. This list thing? No way in hell I can choose six songs to be my favorites. I'm not even sure I can name six favorite bands, which I think we must agree is easier. But everything is so different. To be honest, the new stuff I listen to doesn't really reach to me the same way the old stuff did. But the old stuff is, well, old ( Read more... )