It's been a while, oh my oh my.
Updating LiveJournal seems rather futile nowadays since it seems most have migrated over to Facebook, Twitter or other somesuch sites. If you are one of these people and have an account you add semi-strangers to, send me a link and I'll find you!
Although I can't muster the energy to write regular and/or proper updates, I do miss the golden haydays of LiveJournal. For me the site's always been a cocoon that allows for free self-expression. I don't feel comfortable writing about my less-than-positive feelings on Facebook because I'm the sort of girl who puts on a brave face most of the time. (There's also the major issue of the people I want to write about following me on Facebook.) I'm not on Twitter, but I don't really see how the 160-character format could ever suit me. Instead of the narcissistic self-reflection of blogs, it seems we're slipping into a narcissistic ADHD: "Look, I'm eating bread", "Just took a shower", "Love this song!", "Love you". Don't get me wrong, I quite enjoy commenting on people's Facebook statuses and reading Twitter updates, but it just doesn't leave much room for any real conversation or food for thought. Maybe it'll drive us to communicate face-to-face more or actually pick up the phone, or whatever. Still, I do miss keeping up-to-date with your lives, as little as they overlap with mine.
Wild moodswings aside, I've been good. I feel like I'm gaining a level of control over my life again or at least organizing it a bit. I'm interning at the Museum still, studying a bit, and trying to eat more healthily and exercise. I've mostly given up drinking for now, which means less making out with freshmen but also less hating my life in the mornings. (And observing the shenanigans sober I'm torn between "I was never that bad!" and "Yow-wowza! I actually was just that bad!" It's all good fun, no one's got hurt, but the levels of debauchery seem to have gone through the roof with this latest class.)
Hope everyone's well, whether you're reading this, RTing people on Twitter, or exploring the world without the filter of the Internet!
Peace and love,
Elina
After drowning, Percy Shelley's body was eaten by sealife so badly he was only recognizable by the book he carried with him.
Although I can't muster the energy to write regular and/or proper updates, I do miss the golden haydays of LiveJournal. For me the site's always been a cocoon that allows for free self-expression. I don't feel comfortable writing about my less-than-positive feelings on Facebook because I'm the sort of girl who puts on a brave face most of the time. (There's also the major issue of the people I want to write about following me on Facebook.) I'm not on Twitter, but I don't really see how the 160-character format could ever suit me. Instead of the narcissistic self-reflection of blogs, it seems we're slipping into a narcissistic ADHD: "Look, I'm eating bread", "Just took a shower", "Love this song!", "Love you". Don't get me wrong, I quite enjoy commenting on people's Facebook statuses and reading Twitter updates, but it just doesn't leave much room for any real conversation or food for thought. Maybe it'll drive us to communicate face-to-face more or actually pick up the phone, or whatever. Still, I do miss keeping up-to-date with your lives, as little as they overlap with mine.
Wild moodswings aside, I've been good. I feel like I'm gaining a level of control over my life again or at least organizing it a bit. I'm interning at the Museum still, studying a bit, and trying to eat more healthily and exercise. I've mostly given up drinking for now, which means less making out with freshmen but also less hating my life in the mornings. (And observing the shenanigans sober I'm torn between "I was never that bad!" and "Yow-wowza! I actually was just that bad!" It's all good fun, no one's got hurt, but the levels of debauchery seem to have gone through the roof with this latest class.)
Hope everyone's well, whether you're reading this, RTing people on Twitter, or exploring the world without the filter of the Internet!
Peace and love,
Elina
After drowning, Percy Shelley's body was eaten by sealife so badly he was only recognizable by the book he carried with him.