Date was okay. Just okay. I'm sure he's a nice guy, but he was quite soft spoken, and not as jovial as his e-mails had made me imagine him. I actually felt like the loud, outgoing American. At least to a certain extent. And you all know that that is most certainly not my dominant personality. He was sweet, but I felt like I had to try a bit to hard ( Read more... )

Something feels changed, and yet I don't know what. Internal, external, or perceptional? The days pass, some combination of fast and slow moments, of joy and perplexity ( Read more... )

This week looks to prove eventful. We may elect the first black president of the United States, I go to Berlin for the first time, to see a fellow MoHo I've not seen in 6 years, and on Sunday, I will go on my first ever date ( Read more... )

I have been reading and working of late on emotional responses to fiction. Apparently, there's a paradox in any emotional response to fiction in that any emotional response is based upon belief, and for an emotional response to fiction, we need to believe that the characters, story, setting, etc. are real. The paradox lies in the fact that we, as ( Read more... )

So! I posted my ballot on Saturday morning, before a pilgrimmage to IKEA. I got big pillows so I can read on my bed comfortably (we have the world's most uncomfortable sofas). Yesterday, I hemmed curtains and put them up. My room is developing a jewel-toned colour theme.

The weather has been gorgeously autumnal the past week or so. The trees are ( Read more... )

Friday was the beer festival, which was not so much fun as last year's. I had mead for the first time, which I didn't care for at first, but then it grew on me. And lots of cider, as I don't tend to care for beer - unless it's European Weiss beer ( Read more... )

2.5k this morning ( Read more... )

4k straight without a break this morning. Jogging, mind you, not running, but hell! That's about 2.5 miles! I've never done that in my life! And I wasn't winded (it was a slow and steady jog), and could have gone on to do another lap or two, but had already taken 35-40 minutes ( Read more... )

Waves of emotion from a recent disappointment subside in the face of self-esteem and self-remembrance. Looking back on past entries, I get a great sense of me-ness. I remember writing them, I remember feeling them - they emanates from me, and to them I can return for confirmation of self. I write for present self, future self, and, in this public ( Read more... )

Finances being not quite what I thought they were, I don't have the money to renew Gym membership for a year ( Read more... )