So. I don't know if anyone still reads this, and god knows it's been a while, but I figured I should put up a little notice. I'm coming home.
In some ways I feel as though I've been defeated, but mostly I'm just glad. I've been dealing with some really really scary health stuff by myself for a little bit & generally freaking myself out about it & had a chance to talk with my parents about it in early November & I'm coming home. It's depressing to think that, for whatever reasons, I can't hack it on my own. Maybe that's the wrong way to see it, though--it worked until it didn't anymore. Anyways. I've actually stuck with my journal on tumblr, probably because I don't have to talk about myself or how I am at any given time and can just post random stuff that piques my interest. If you have a tumblr, or maybe if you're just curious, feel free to check it out. I'm also SUPER behind on any kind of holiday shopping and feeling kind of sucky. This year, I managed to not only postpone my brother's birthday (July 31) gift until Thanksgiving (and gave it to him without any fanfare/bells and whistles--at least it was a really sweet present though), but since my parents were away for my dad's birthday (October 16), the weekend I was home in early November was consumed with my health stuff, and my grandparents were... how can I put this delicately? barging in on our Thanksgiving, I somewhat awkwardly avoided the subject, and no one brought it up (holy run--on sentence, Batman!). I feel awful about it and need to make up for it. Honestly, I have a card and I was all set up to do it, I just... didn't. Which is a recurring theme lately. Blurgh. My last class ever at SUNY NP is on Monday. I don't really want to go into the scary health things, because it seems that's all I do lately, but let's just say that everything added up to making this semester suck incredibly hard.
So it seems that I needed to pour out some negativity. I hope all is well with anyone who reads this, or even those that skim it :D
Also: music-wise, this semester has been amazing. Trade-off wasn't worth it, though.
ALSO: I REDISCOVERED MY LOVE FOR AMPERSANDS. IT WILL NEVER DIE.
So on Saturday, I got to meet my favorite author of all time, Neil Gaiman. It was awesome.
I'm looking for a five year diary, which is a sort of journal that has a page for every day ie "January 1" and then like 4 lines for each year, so you just jot down what's going on in your life. I can't stick to a normal schedule with any journal, so I think that maybe this would be a good change of pace, so that I could maybe have some kind of sense of how my life is going.
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Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.
So I just finished Breaking Dawn.. yeah, I'm one of *those* people. Started it around 11:30/whenever I dropped Carrie off, so 4 1/2 hours for some 756 pages isn't too bad. It was pretty good, as I had expected, SM's books just don't grab me like other novelists today (ie Neil Gaiman). I like the way the books are going, though. I actually just checked the BAM page and it says that it's the last book in the series, so I guess I feel as though it ended pretty well, though it definitely seems like the main character grew up about 10 years in this last book, although the time that the book chronicled was equivalent to the others in the series. Next on deck, the books from the perspective of the most important character. Although the books are a little cheesy, I still like them. And that's definitely too much dancing around certain topics, so I'll be done about now.
so yeah.. maybe I'll start posting here again. I switch journals like no other, but I never really end up writing in them. I'm starting a hard copy one, with cutouts and gorgeous things and in sort of a day planner style? I dunno. I got a sweet looking notebook/sketchpad from B&N's SCAD designs section, and I'm a little inspired. McC seems to think that it can only help. Working at VS is pretty OK but mostly stressful. Every time I have to go to work, I sigh and just think of how small my bank account is, and how I'll likely have to work at the Poughkeepsie Galleria (ugh) at their VS. I'm getting my wisdom teeth out next tuesday, and I hope I'm not all looped out. Ugh, all I think about now is earning money, trying not to spend it, and sort of passive-aggressively avoiding the phone calls from people at VS--after I put my number up to get more hours. I don't really understand myself, and I like living away from home more than living at home, even with my own bathroom and all my friends here. Don't get me wrong, I love hanging out with everyone, and when I'm away, I only dream of home, but... I feel like I go waiting from thing to thing, waiting to get home and be happy (and I am!) to waiting to go back and have fun there. At home I feel a little smothered, but it's truly my own fault.
SHIT IS CRAZY. POST LATER.
Also, who thinks my icon would look hot as a cross stitch.
I just have to finish my self portrait... which is about 1/7th done.
Is Logan trying to tell me what he wants for the holidays?
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Dec 10 (2 days ago)
Hey viddhi eswaramurthy, premorse squibber
I read the story.
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