To all who know me at this address:
I moved to wordpress, because, as easy as Blogger is to operate, it's kinda boring. Wordpress offers a few more interesting kinds of layouts, but we'll see if I stay there or not (the interface isn't what I'm used to, or, in my opinion, the best one out there).
Anyway, you will now find me posting on this page.
Thanks for reading!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
LET'S END THIS HIATUS REAL GOOD NOW!
Aaaaaaaaand I'm back! After nearly a whole year! A whole year's worth of stuff gone by... hot damn.
Since I'm still dealing with my chronic depression, and because sometimes I genuinely miss having an online (albeit public) diary, I'm gonna try to actually resurrect this mountain of personal blah blah blah. I may or may not advertise it to my friends or people I know. I may or may not update everyday. I may or may not actually write everyTHING down that's on my mind. But gosh golly gee-willickers, I'll try my dern bestest to actually make that last point happen.
Usually I'd update this thing when I had bad feelings to vent out. I won't stop venting out those bad feelings (in fact, it's one of the purposes of this personal albeit publicly online journal), but I'm going to try to post more positive or comic entries as well. We can't be negative all the time, can we?
A few other things I will try to get this journal to do:
1) I'm gonna really try to get my vocabulary working again and see if I can learn one new word and incorperate it into my entry somehow. As much as I grumbled about it in Ms. Bedtelyon's class once upon a time in high school, I realize now how awesome those words we learned were.
2) I'm going to try not to write so vaguely about things that happen to me that I usually feel uncomfortable sharing with everyone... I'm going to try to write in this journal as if I'm only seeing it, or only the bestest friend that I'll ever have is going to read it. I may or may not use people's real names, though... And I'll try my best not to slander those who read this. Not that I have reason to slander my readers... but what if one of my slanderees becomes my reader?... Shit will go down... it'll be scary.... Whatever.
3) I really don't want this to be mistaken with a whiny teenager's livejournal, so I'll try to write at least a little well. But I cannot guarantee anything.
My next entry will be focused on what happened in one year. This entry will sum up where I am now.
I've been to college for four years, and I've gotten nearly nowhere in my major (biology, stupid art program won't do minors in studio art), so I'm taking next year off. Every student (and most adults) I say that to utterly sympathize with me, which is encouraging. My parents were hesitent, as expected, though they both had done similar things themselves, and they're doing alright now...
I currently work at Trader Joe's, having started last week, and I think I've landed a pretty neat job. The environment is awesome, my coworkers are great, my boss is a good one, the customers are nothing to complain about, and it's freakin' Trader Joe's, only one of the best little grocery joints ever. And the company's good, their ethics and business ethics and treatment of their employees and all. AND I'm being payed rather well for a starter ($10.00/hour). AND I'm getting benefits in four months!
I'm currently not in a relationship. Robert and I have bounced back and forth into pseudo-relationships, and still pretty much don't have the most normal of relationships. I'm grateful that he's here, most of the time, but I've been feeling a vast urge to expand my repertoire of friends lately... after 3 years of pretty much the same person being the only one I've been so open to, and knowing since Day One that he's not, you know, "the one" for me... I miss having other friends. Not necessarily just female friends as well (though I miss having close female friends too), but... I really miss my net of friends from high school. Or at least the feeling of a net of friends...
I've lived in my first ever apartment on my own for nine months now, going on ten, and I'm surviving quite well. I'm waiting for checks to be sent to me at the moment... and kinda wondering where they are. I lived with Michelle and Allie, the former being my roommate in Fairhaven last year and Allie being one of our suitemates, and we got along pretty well. I have private qualms with a few personality quirks, but nothing more. Our rate is $425 per person a month, and even though it's a bit on the more expensive side in this town for a college student, I've learned that it's worth all the money, with it being a good place to live, a 3-bedroom/3-bathroom, balconies, washer/dryer in the unit, and a great landlord who actually knows his shit about running living spaces (He runs at least 3 now). Allie's out for the month doing some theater work back at her home on Bainbridge Island, and then after August she'll move out permenantly (as she will be studying abroad next year), and we'll make room for Caitlin, one of our potential roommates last year and friend of Michelle's (and now mine, of course).
That looks good for now, I'll save more existential stuff for a later entry. I hear chanting outside, it's either cheerleaders or the happiest cult ever.
And now, as it was said on an episode on Seinfield, I'm hungry--let's get something to eat!
Since I'm still dealing with my chronic depression, and because sometimes I genuinely miss having an online (albeit public) diary, I'm gonna try to actually resurrect this mountain of personal blah blah blah. I may or may not advertise it to my friends or people I know. I may or may not update everyday. I may or may not actually write everyTHING down that's on my mind. But gosh golly gee-willickers, I'll try my dern bestest to actually make that last point happen.
Usually I'd update this thing when I had bad feelings to vent out. I won't stop venting out those bad feelings (in fact, it's one of the purposes of this personal albeit publicly online journal), but I'm going to try to post more positive or comic entries as well. We can't be negative all the time, can we?
A few other things I will try to get this journal to do:
1) I'm gonna really try to get my vocabulary working again and see if I can learn one new word and incorperate it into my entry somehow. As much as I grumbled about it in Ms. Bedtelyon's class once upon a time in high school, I realize now how awesome those words we learned were.
2) I'm going to try not to write so vaguely about things that happen to me that I usually feel uncomfortable sharing with everyone... I'm going to try to write in this journal as if I'm only seeing it, or only the bestest friend that I'll ever have is going to read it. I may or may not use people's real names, though... And I'll try my best not to slander those who read this. Not that I have reason to slander my readers... but what if one of my slanderees becomes my reader?... Shit will go down... it'll be scary.... Whatever.
3) I really don't want this to be mistaken with a whiny teenager's livejournal, so I'll try to write at least a little well. But I cannot guarantee anything.
My next entry will be focused on what happened in one year. This entry will sum up where I am now.
I've been to college for four years, and I've gotten nearly nowhere in my major (biology, stupid art program won't do minors in studio art), so I'm taking next year off. Every student (and most adults) I say that to utterly sympathize with me, which is encouraging. My parents were hesitent, as expected, though they both had done similar things themselves, and they're doing alright now...
I currently work at Trader Joe's, having started last week, and I think I've landed a pretty neat job. The environment is awesome, my coworkers are great, my boss is a good one, the customers are nothing to complain about, and it's freakin' Trader Joe's, only one of the best little grocery joints ever. And the company's good, their ethics and business ethics and treatment of their employees and all. AND I'm being payed rather well for a starter ($10.00/hour). AND I'm getting benefits in four months!
I'm currently not in a relationship. Robert and I have bounced back and forth into pseudo-relationships, and still pretty much don't have the most normal of relationships. I'm grateful that he's here, most of the time, but I've been feeling a vast urge to expand my repertoire of friends lately... after 3 years of pretty much the same person being the only one I've been so open to, and knowing since Day One that he's not, you know, "the one" for me... I miss having other friends. Not necessarily just female friends as well (though I miss having close female friends too), but... I really miss my net of friends from high school. Or at least the feeling of a net of friends...
I've lived in my first ever apartment on my own for nine months now, going on ten, and I'm surviving quite well. I'm waiting for checks to be sent to me at the moment... and kinda wondering where they are. I lived with Michelle and Allie, the former being my roommate in Fairhaven last year and Allie being one of our suitemates, and we got along pretty well. I have private qualms with a few personality quirks, but nothing more. Our rate is $425 per person a month, and even though it's a bit on the more expensive side in this town for a college student, I've learned that it's worth all the money, with it being a good place to live, a 3-bedroom/3-bathroom, balconies, washer/dryer in the unit, and a great landlord who actually knows his shit about running living spaces (He runs at least 3 now). Allie's out for the month doing some theater work back at her home on Bainbridge Island, and then after August she'll move out permenantly (as she will be studying abroad next year), and we'll make room for Caitlin, one of our potential roommates last year and friend of Michelle's (and now mine, of course).
That looks good for now, I'll save more existential stuff for a later entry. I hear chanting outside, it's either cheerleaders or the happiest cult ever.
And now, as it was said on an episode on Seinfield, I'm hungry--let's get something to eat!
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