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I keep toying with the idea of deleting this dusty old livejournal. I never write in here anymore and if I do it's not worth reading. Any worth-while writing I do is in notebooks that I can keep to myself because I've decided I like it better that way, not for any particular reason other than maybe pen on paper being more fulfilling than clicking on a keyboard. Or something. Have I said all this before?
Anyway, I'm going through this huge purging of belongings since I'm home for the summer. As I rid myself of old concert t-shirts, pictures, knick-knacks and other scraps of my elementary (I know, it's been too long), middle and high school me, I feel like livejournal should go right along with it. I no longer find it appropriate to type feverishly on my computer instead of talking about a problem or writing cryptic messages to an unidentified "you" instead of just dumping the bastard and moving on (no specific bastards in mind here, honest). And while I do find my teenage ramblings endlessly hilarious and painful all at the same time, you know what? I'm over it.
I've gone through all of my friends, my friends' friends, their friends, old friends, ex-friends, etc etc. and unfortunately in my somewhat limited scope (it's almost incestuous, really, how we all know each other) it seems as though livejournal is becoming a lost novelty to all but a few.
I guess I'm just feeling old, but in a good way, I think. My room blends in better with the rest of Deb Gee's Pottery Barn/Pier 1 lovechild-themed abode instead of its former electric green CALLI LIVES HERE WITH ALL OF HER SHIT AND STICKERS ON THE DOOR. All of my blue and gold high school regalia has been replaced with the purple and gold of Albion College and soon, even that will be old news.
If this "Wyandotte summer" (as I've come to call it) is anything, it will be therapeutic. I'm going to Ireland in the fall and after I graduate in the spring, who knows? Odds are I won't be coming back here for very long. I think this is my last opportunity to tie up all of my loose ends and leave Wyandotte like it used to be to me: comfortable, homey, reliable, etc etc. The bad memories are all but gone, and I refuse to make any but good this summer.
Fuck it. I'm keeping the livejournal. I'm going to write a book one day and if downriver adolescence isn't inspiration, what is?
Oh, and also, I've started to live my life almost solely on the predictions of psychics. I'll let you know how that turns out.
Anyway, I'm going through this huge purging of belongings since I'm home for the summer. As I rid myself of old concert t-shirts, pictures, knick-knacks and other scraps of my elementary (I know, it's been too long), middle and high school me, I feel like livejournal should go right along with it. I no longer find it appropriate to type feverishly on my computer instead of talking about a problem or writing cryptic messages to an unidentified "you" instead of just dumping the bastard and moving on (no specific bastards in mind here, honest). And while I do find my teenage ramblings endlessly hilarious and painful all at the same time, you know what? I'm over it.
I've gone through all of my friends, my friends' friends, their friends, old friends, ex-friends, etc etc. and unfortunately in my somewhat limited scope (it's almost incestuous, really, how we all know each other) it seems as though livejournal is becoming a lost novelty to all but a few.
I guess I'm just feeling old, but in a good way, I think. My room blends in better with the rest of Deb Gee's Pottery Barn/Pier 1 lovechild-themed abode instead of its former electric green CALLI LIVES HERE WITH ALL OF HER SHIT AND STICKERS ON THE DOOR. All of my blue and gold high school regalia has been replaced with the purple and gold of Albion College and soon, even that will be old news.
If this "Wyandotte summer" (as I've come to call it) is anything, it will be therapeutic. I'm going to Ireland in the fall and after I graduate in the spring, who knows? Odds are I won't be coming back here for very long. I think this is my last opportunity to tie up all of my loose ends and leave Wyandotte like it used to be to me: comfortable, homey, reliable, etc etc. The bad memories are all but gone, and I refuse to make any but good this summer.
Fuck it. I'm keeping the livejournal. I'm going to write a book one day and if downriver adolescence isn't inspiration, what is?
Oh, and also, I've started to live my life almost solely on the predictions of psychics. I'll let you know how that turns out.