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It is not a journey that I enjoy, stepping back into the warrens of the first several years of my livejournal. I complained a lot more back then, I think. The writing feels younger, as do the topics. I cringe at many of the jokes. It is very difficult to read. I suppose, though, that my current embarrassment isn't a reflection of the -worth- of my writing so much as it is the common reaction most people experience when recalling their earlier selves, and wonder at their naivety.
In particular, I had to go back to this entry, to look up some stuff on the shaving the beard for charity event. I'm retelling that story for one of my personal statements. Anyway, so I was looking through that entry, and at the end, I say something like how my options for the weekend were going to a football game or going to see a play with Jaclyn or going home. And ya know what? I went home. And I can't help but yell at my former self "What is wrong with you? Why do you need to go home -so badly-? Go spend time with your friends!" But, alas, the words lose themselves across the years, and I have no memory of them reaching their recipient.
For those who might have some interest, I shall be home from around tuesday to around sunday, driving back sometime monday. Saturday I have a wedding to attend, and Friday I am seeing "Twilight" with my twenty-nine year old sister because I am marginally more interested in the movie than her husband, who is not interested at all. My sister will be thirty within the week. I feel that her age is pertinent information. Other than that, I shall be mostly free. It being the holidays, though, I don't expect to see many people, so... happy thanksgiving, if I don't see you!
PS> Kudos to Karen for being the first person to post a comment on my LJ, ever, and for being the only person to post a comment for the first two months of its existence. The comments to this entry make me laugh, only because it is now a mystery that can never be solved.
In particular, I had to go back to this entry, to look up some stuff on the shaving the beard for charity event. I'm retelling that story for one of my personal statements. Anyway, so I was looking through that entry, and at the end, I say something like how my options for the weekend were going to a football game or going to see a play with Jaclyn or going home. And ya know what? I went home. And I can't help but yell at my former self "What is wrong with you? Why do you need to go home -so badly-? Go spend time with your friends!" But, alas, the words lose themselves across the years, and I have no memory of them reaching their recipient.
For those who might have some interest, I shall be home from around tuesday to around sunday, driving back sometime monday. Saturday I have a wedding to attend, and Friday I am seeing "Twilight" with my twenty-nine year old sister because I am marginally more interested in the movie than her husband, who is not interested at all. My sister will be thirty within the week. I feel that her age is pertinent information. Other than that, I shall be mostly free. It being the holidays, though, I don't expect to see many people, so... happy thanksgiving, if I don't see you!
PS> Kudos to Karen for being the first person to post a comment on my LJ, ever, and for being the only person to post a comment for the first two months of its existence. The comments to this entry make me laugh, only because it is now a mystery that can never be solved.