well well....well....
here i am live journaling it after months of having this account and about a year of wondering whether or not i should get into this business. and now i have, so look out.
i guess the thing about this online journal bit that has always scared me off is the question of what on earth to write. and for that matter, finding time to write. but now that graduation has happened and a calm summer empty of major plans (not to mention homework) is staring me in the face i have free time and can think of things to say. egads.
i must say that all this madness started a few days ago when jasmine im-ed me and informed me that it would be an ideal moment to write in my live journal. so i started making an entry and then realized that my page was really gruesome looking so i began playing with formats. then i realized that it was 2 in the morning, so i hit the hay and just threw out all the changes that i had made. days passed and i found myself uploading photos and remembering the live journal. so here i am. what a journey, eh? i think so.
lately i've had a few exciting journeys. there was, of course, the journey up (or down?) the aisle to the stage at the commencement ceremony, followed by the journey across the stage to get my diploma. and there have been a few journeys to hookah bars, a party, and night spots since then but oddly enough, the most interesting journey that i've had in the past week was the walk i took to mclean.
mclean is about a 10-15 minute drive from my house, but if you walk it takes about an hour and 15 minutes as i discovered last wednesday afternoon. i had a doctor's appointment, no car, and didn't feel like bumming a ride so i hit the road. it was raining, but i had a huge golf umbrella larger than some small children to protect me.
walking in the suburbs for over an hour is fascinating. the suspicious and scornful glances of people in passing cars affirmed the fact that walking is not a choice activity for many suburbanites. this was also affirmed by the fact that i only saw three other people on foot. the first passerby was a source of intregue; he was about 55, very disheveled and dressed in a suit and tie and clutching a briefcase in one hand and a wad of papers in his other as he sprinted towards me on some random sidewalk in mclean. i did not see anyone he could be chasing, nor did i see a pursuer, but he was in a huge hurry for some reason and looked quite out of place. the next passerby was a lanky preteen who made me realize that my inner athlete had all but disappeared (if we were on a track he would have lapped me 7 times, and i thought i was keeping up a good pace!). and finally, this was really bizarre, but i met an old woman with a dog. it doesn't seem that unexpected for suburbia, but it was how it happened that was weird.
i was walking up a huge hill and feeling almost like i couldn't make it (i had been walking for an hour by this point). suddenly, i saw this woman in a floppy orange hat walking a chubby pomeranian and i wondered if she was a mirage since i felt as though i had been walking for days in a *rainy* desert. as i neared her, i realized she was not a hallucination when she said hello and asked where i got my bag. "canada," i replied.
"WHERE in canada?" she asked, obviously not satisfied with my response.
"montreal, at some random vintage store."
"i grew up there!"
"oh! i'm going to school there!"
"mcgill?"
"yup"
"my entire family went there. you'll have a ball."
so how's that for randomness?
and how's that for a journey? i mean, i strengthened my right arm considerably by carrying a golf umbrella for about half of the walk (and i definitely didn't realize that it had stopped raining until about 15 minutes after it did, so i didn't even need to use it for that long!), i realized i'm out of shape and that suburbia is not into walking, i witnessed a running mystery in a business suit, and i met a fellow mcgillite! wildness, eh?
and now that i have made my very first post to put on my nicely formatted page (oh how proud i feel), i am going to take another journey to bed because i am quite sleepy. the end (for now).
i guess the thing about this online journal bit that has always scared me off is the question of what on earth to write. and for that matter, finding time to write. but now that graduation has happened and a calm summer empty of major plans (not to mention homework) is staring me in the face i have free time and can think of things to say. egads.
i must say that all this madness started a few days ago when jasmine im-ed me and informed me that it would be an ideal moment to write in my live journal. so i started making an entry and then realized that my page was really gruesome looking so i began playing with formats. then i realized that it was 2 in the morning, so i hit the hay and just threw out all the changes that i had made. days passed and i found myself uploading photos and remembering the live journal. so here i am. what a journey, eh? i think so.
lately i've had a few exciting journeys. there was, of course, the journey up (or down?) the aisle to the stage at the commencement ceremony, followed by the journey across the stage to get my diploma. and there have been a few journeys to hookah bars, a party, and night spots since then but oddly enough, the most interesting journey that i've had in the past week was the walk i took to mclean.
mclean is about a 10-15 minute drive from my house, but if you walk it takes about an hour and 15 minutes as i discovered last wednesday afternoon. i had a doctor's appointment, no car, and didn't feel like bumming a ride so i hit the road. it was raining, but i had a huge golf umbrella larger than some small children to protect me.
walking in the suburbs for over an hour is fascinating. the suspicious and scornful glances of people in passing cars affirmed the fact that walking is not a choice activity for many suburbanites. this was also affirmed by the fact that i only saw three other people on foot. the first passerby was a source of intregue; he was about 55, very disheveled and dressed in a suit and tie and clutching a briefcase in one hand and a wad of papers in his other as he sprinted towards me on some random sidewalk in mclean. i did not see anyone he could be chasing, nor did i see a pursuer, but he was in a huge hurry for some reason and looked quite out of place. the next passerby was a lanky preteen who made me realize that my inner athlete had all but disappeared (if we were on a track he would have lapped me 7 times, and i thought i was keeping up a good pace!). and finally, this was really bizarre, but i met an old woman with a dog. it doesn't seem that unexpected for suburbia, but it was how it happened that was weird.
i was walking up a huge hill and feeling almost like i couldn't make it (i had been walking for an hour by this point). suddenly, i saw this woman in a floppy orange hat walking a chubby pomeranian and i wondered if she was a mirage since i felt as though i had been walking for days in a *rainy* desert. as i neared her, i realized she was not a hallucination when she said hello and asked where i got my bag. "canada," i replied.
"WHERE in canada?" she asked, obviously not satisfied with my response.
"montreal, at some random vintage store."
"i grew up there!"
"oh! i'm going to school there!"
"mcgill?"
"yup"
"my entire family went there. you'll have a ball."
so how's that for randomness?
and how's that for a journey? i mean, i strengthened my right arm considerably by carrying a golf umbrella for about half of the walk (and i definitely didn't realize that it had stopped raining until about 15 minutes after it did, so i didn't even need to use it for that long!), i realized i'm out of shape and that suburbia is not into walking, i witnessed a running mystery in a business suit, and i met a fellow mcgillite! wildness, eh?
and now that i have made my very first post to put on my nicely formatted page (oh how proud i feel), i am going to take another journey to bed because i am quite sleepy. the end (for now).