This is the only New Year's meme I can stand to do.
Every time I see a retrospective 2009 meme, all I can think of is how much this year has been dominated by mental health comma-deterioration-of, hospitalization and the fear thereof.
But anyway, here's the "post the first sentence of the first post of each month" meme. I've removed the first sentence if it was of a meme, though, and have imported January and February from otoselkie, since I only started this journal in March.
January
.....DID SHAUNA AND POREK JUST HAVE THE CONVERSATION I THOUGHT THEY HAD?!?
February
My state of mind is probably best summed up in the image of me sitting in the corner of my closet, shouting "I won't!"
March
(from actourdreams)
All the talk lately is of sending me away.
April
My august person shall grace the grounds of Smith College, Northampton, from some time between 8 and 10 AM 10:35 Saturday to as-late-as-I-can-make-it either 5:15 or 8 PM Sunday.
May
Last night I went on an epic Facebook defriending spree, and deleted everyone who I had never had a conversation with, online or IRL.
June
I'm O_Saya at Dreamwidth, if anybody is interested in adding me.
July
Yeah, so, me this week? =me being a total fucking wreck.
August
So, here I am, up late trying to study and not wake up A, feeling happy and anxious and worried and content, listening to loud music to keep myself sharp.
September
[the first post of September was In The Heights lyrics, and I don't think that counts]
Finally got my hands on Witchfinder, which I didn't really like enough to keep buying, but it did inform me that B.P.R.D. is doing another 1947 run.
October
You can say shit about me - 'cause I have no sense of self-preservation and am messed up enough that, heck, whatever negative thing it is I'll probably believe I deserve it.
November
At break, I was wandering around on Yelp.com looking for somewhere nice to go out dancing - something I don't really think will happen as long as I live at home, but sounds fun anyway - and someone's review of a place said it was perfectly good, but the liquor was cheap (not an issue for me), and the "trannies" "thought they could" use the women's room when there was a "perfectly good men's room."
December
I know this will pass, I'll get through it and go on in the morning.
Right now, I am baking up a storm. Because, really, what are the holidays but an excuse to make as much as possible? People better be eating. We have four kinds of cookies in the house, and there are only going to be more. I miss having lots and lots of friends to feed. Taking care of people makes me feel good.
Uh. If I posted a tl;dr entry on sexuality, would anybody read it? Or would I just squick y'all out?
But anyway, here's the "post the first sentence of the first post of each month" meme. I've removed the first sentence if it was of a meme, though, and have imported January and February from otoselkie, since I only started this journal in March.
January
.....DID SHAUNA AND POREK JUST HAVE THE CONVERSATION I THOUGHT THEY HAD?!?
February
My state of mind is probably best summed up in the image of me sitting in the corner of my closet, shouting "I won't!"
March
(from actourdreams)
All the talk lately is of sending me away.
April
My august person shall grace the grounds of Smith College, Northampton, from some time between 8 and 10 AM 10:35 Saturday to as-late-as-I-can-make-it either 5:15 or 8 PM Sunday.
May
Last night I went on an epic Facebook defriending spree, and deleted everyone who I had never had a conversation with, online or IRL.
June
I'm O_Saya at Dreamwidth, if anybody is interested in adding me.
July
Yeah, so, me this week? =me being a total fucking wreck.
August
So, here I am, up late trying to study and not wake up A, feeling happy and anxious and worried and content, listening to loud music to keep myself sharp.
September
[the first post of September was In The Heights lyrics, and I don't think that counts]
Finally got my hands on Witchfinder, which I didn't really like enough to keep buying, but it did inform me that B.P.R.D. is doing another 1947 run.
October
You can say shit about me - 'cause I have no sense of self-preservation and am messed up enough that, heck, whatever negative thing it is I'll probably believe I deserve it.
November
At break, I was wandering around on Yelp.com looking for somewhere nice to go out dancing - something I don't really think will happen as long as I live at home, but sounds fun anyway - and someone's review of a place said it was perfectly good, but the liquor was cheap (not an issue for me), and the "trannies" "thought they could" use the women's room when there was a "perfectly good men's room."
December
I know this will pass, I'll get through it and go on in the morning.
Right now, I am baking up a storm. Because, really, what are the holidays but an excuse to make as much as possible? People better be eating. We have four kinds of cookies in the house, and there are only going to be more. I miss having lots and lots of friends to feed. Taking care of people makes me feel good.
Uh. If I posted a tl;dr entry on sexuality, would anybody read it? Or would I just squick y'all out?