Still Here.
I'm not quite sure what made me want to get back on LiveJournal again tonight, which is actually to say what made me want to post on LiveJournal again tonight. I've been here (there's not much else to do this summer), mostly reading community entries and those that are on my fandom filter, because for some reason that's easier than looking at everything and not being able to catch up when I've been away for so long. But I'm trying. I've read the last 2 pages on my friend's list, so if you've posted before... July 14th, I didn't read it. I may keep up in the future.
I've been considering getting a new journal - this one feels so old sometimes. I've had it for 4 years - since August 8, 2002. I don't really even remember what aerialbard means anymore. Whimsical writer, I believe, but that hardly describes me anymore. But what username does describe someone their entire life? I have 64 "friends", but probably don't know half of them anymore, and 77 people have friended me, seemingly content that I haven't friended 13 of them back. I'm not sure they ever noticed.
I'm just struck with that midnight urge to rebuild. I want something shiny and new.
I feel like I should post about my summer - I've denied you all my presence for 11 weeks, and should let you know that the time hasn't gone to waste. I've been all over the country - Ohio, New York, Colorado, Illinois, Nevada, and will be in California next month, but most of the summer I've just been here in Galesburg, wasting time and not getting research done. I'm liking this life, here, with only a few people around and few pressures. I go running now, and count my calories, and gossip in the hallway with Angela Bailey, and read spoilers for the new season of Veronica Mars. I get some research done, slowly, and work on the Catch website, also slowly, and enjoy having time to relax when I want to.
I feel the urge to put this under an LJ-Cut. I feel like those protect me from people who ordinarily wouldn't care to read (but might if it's all out there in front of them). I think I feel inconsiderate for taking up so much space rambling, but then, maybe this will make up for 11 weeks of not being on your friend's page. Maybe my entries will be more consistant from now on, and if they grow long and unweildy I will cut them and save you the scrolling time that it takes to get past, but for now, I'm going to let this go.
I feel odd, being thoughtful, and feel like it's not my place to do so. That place belongs to the poetry majors and those old souls who drink tea more often than I do and probably meditate. I'm a science person, and should leave things short and concise, because no one really wants to hear these thoughts when they're splayed out so inelegantly. But I suppose I can't kick the habit of writing (sometimes even think about writing again, but laziness and fear get the better of me). I'm not a spiritual as I used to be, and sometimes think that the only truths are those that you can think of when it's late(ish) at night and you have nothing really to say. But sometimes I think those are the worst lies also. After all, tomorrow I may update about how tedious it is to assign moral values to each line of Baum's books, and how I went shopping and enjoyed comparing the nutritional info on items to make sure I wasn't getting too much sodium while maximizing my fiber and protien. I think about these things during every other hour of the day, and if this journal were truly my life, it would hold all those mundane thoughts as equally as these whispy ones. But these are more fun to write, and on a night like tonight I share them just for the joy of hearing them run through my head.
Gary will call soon, and I'll let this go, and maybe get a few comments. I think I would like to retire this beast and start again. Let it fall into the ruin of LiveJournal's never deleted archives, and start fresh. But I think tomorrow it'll be too much work to go through, with little to no satisfaction at the end. In truth, as wyzardofaus said earlier (and what an odd coincidence that I came back as she was making another debut?) I'll probably update a few times and then fall into another chasm of negligence in which I'll debate whether it's even worth having a journal other than for downloading Doctor Who and lurking in communties. I think she said it more eloquently, but she's one of those types who does.
The name orange_avocado isn't taken, and I think I could like that.
I've been considering getting a new journal - this one feels so old sometimes. I've had it for 4 years - since August 8, 2002. I don't really even remember what aerialbard means anymore. Whimsical writer, I believe, but that hardly describes me anymore. But what username does describe someone their entire life? I have 64 "friends", but probably don't know half of them anymore, and 77 people have friended me, seemingly content that I haven't friended 13 of them back. I'm not sure they ever noticed.
I'm just struck with that midnight urge to rebuild. I want something shiny and new.
I feel like I should post about my summer - I've denied you all my presence for 11 weeks, and should let you know that the time hasn't gone to waste. I've been all over the country - Ohio, New York, Colorado, Illinois, Nevada, and will be in California next month, but most of the summer I've just been here in Galesburg, wasting time and not getting research done. I'm liking this life, here, with only a few people around and few pressures. I go running now, and count my calories, and gossip in the hallway with Angela Bailey, and read spoilers for the new season of Veronica Mars. I get some research done, slowly, and work on the Catch website, also slowly, and enjoy having time to relax when I want to.
I feel the urge to put this under an LJ-Cut. I feel like those protect me from people who ordinarily wouldn't care to read (but might if it's all out there in front of them). I think I feel inconsiderate for taking up so much space rambling, but then, maybe this will make up for 11 weeks of not being on your friend's page. Maybe my entries will be more consistant from now on, and if they grow long and unweildy I will cut them and save you the scrolling time that it takes to get past, but for now, I'm going to let this go.
I feel odd, being thoughtful, and feel like it's not my place to do so. That place belongs to the poetry majors and those old souls who drink tea more often than I do and probably meditate. I'm a science person, and should leave things short and concise, because no one really wants to hear these thoughts when they're splayed out so inelegantly. But I suppose I can't kick the habit of writing (sometimes even think about writing again, but laziness and fear get the better of me). I'm not a spiritual as I used to be, and sometimes think that the only truths are those that you can think of when it's late(ish) at night and you have nothing really to say. But sometimes I think those are the worst lies also. After all, tomorrow I may update about how tedious it is to assign moral values to each line of Baum's books, and how I went shopping and enjoyed comparing the nutritional info on items to make sure I wasn't getting too much sodium while maximizing my fiber and protien. I think about these things during every other hour of the day, and if this journal were truly my life, it would hold all those mundane thoughts as equally as these whispy ones. But these are more fun to write, and on a night like tonight I share them just for the joy of hearing them run through my head.
Gary will call soon, and I'll let this go, and maybe get a few comments. I think I would like to retire this beast and start again. Let it fall into the ruin of LiveJournal's never deleted archives, and start fresh. But I think tomorrow it'll be too much work to go through, with little to no satisfaction at the end. In truth, as wyzardofaus said earlier (and what an odd coincidence that I came back as she was making another debut?) I'll probably update a few times and then fall into another chasm of negligence in which I'll debate whether it's even worth having a journal other than for downloading Doctor Who and lurking in communties. I think she said it more eloquently, but she's one of those types who does.
The name orange_avocado isn't taken, and I think I could like that.