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Welly well...
(amazing, I think I start most posts that way. Everything is always the same routine with me, eh?) (Like my parathentical asides)
So what really is going on in my life... Not too much different I am afraid. Work, eat, back to work, eat, goof off, sleep. Only since my birthday +drinking. Ya! But not too much.
Thinking lately about how much I miss people. Specific people yes, but also people in general. As much as I am kind of anti-people...anti-human...anti-social...etc etc whatever, I miss being around people. Like people in class, roommates, people to hang about town with. Professors even. Hell, even the annoying people in the dorm complex. Being in a larger town where more people means the town merits more things to do. Did I become social in college, by magic without my knowing? Holy eff! I must have, because now weekend nights sitting at home seem more boring and more sucky than they did in high school. That was all I really did in high school and it never bothered me...
Not that I don't love being alone still. Made obvious by the large amounts of time I spend holed up in my basement bedroom.
Hum. But anyway, yes. I miss people. People in general, but mostly everyone I know that I don't get to see.
Oh well, as I said to Darin the other night, it's my own hole that I dug. And I wouldn't change anything I did in the process of digging it. I just should have dug it in a different place. Like not Wyoming. Like closer to a happy Nacho place...
Anyway, as this is skirting on sounding like I am whining and looking for pity, I will stop with that now.
Anything else of interest... Oh, recently finished reading The Edible Woman by Margaret Atwood, my favorite author. I really enjoyed it. And since it was her first novel it is interesting to compare the writing style, voice, etc to The Blind Assassin, her award winning novel (though she has also written other ones since then, but it is the most recently published one that I have actually read). If I ever write a damn thing, and ever write something that gets published, it would be interesting to see how much things will vary throughout life. Not that I don't already notice that with stuff sitting on my hard drive since I was fifteen compared to stuff I write now. But being published would be so much cooler...and it's more likely to still be around 20 or 30 years from now, whereas probably most of the junk on my computer will be DELETED! ZAH!
Anyway, that is all for now.
(amazing, I think I start most posts that way. Everything is always the same routine with me, eh?) (Like my parathentical asides)
So what really is going on in my life... Not too much different I am afraid. Work, eat, back to work, eat, goof off, sleep. Only since my birthday +drinking. Ya! But not too much.
Thinking lately about how much I miss people. Specific people yes, but also people in general. As much as I am kind of anti-people...anti-human...anti-social...etc etc whatever, I miss being around people. Like people in class, roommates, people to hang about town with. Professors even. Hell, even the annoying people in the dorm complex. Being in a larger town where more people means the town merits more things to do. Did I become social in college, by magic without my knowing? Holy eff! I must have, because now weekend nights sitting at home seem more boring and more sucky than they did in high school. That was all I really did in high school and it never bothered me...
Not that I don't love being alone still. Made obvious by the large amounts of time I spend holed up in my basement bedroom.
Hum. But anyway, yes. I miss people. People in general, but mostly everyone I know that I don't get to see.
Oh well, as I said to Darin the other night, it's my own hole that I dug. And I wouldn't change anything I did in the process of digging it. I just should have dug it in a different place. Like not Wyoming. Like closer to a happy Nacho place...
Anyway, as this is skirting on sounding like I am whining and looking for pity, I will stop with that now.
Anything else of interest... Oh, recently finished reading The Edible Woman by Margaret Atwood, my favorite author. I really enjoyed it. And since it was her first novel it is interesting to compare the writing style, voice, etc to The Blind Assassin, her award winning novel (though she has also written other ones since then, but it is the most recently published one that I have actually read). If I ever write a damn thing, and ever write something that gets published, it would be interesting to see how much things will vary throughout life. Not that I don't already notice that with stuff sitting on my hard drive since I was fifteen compared to stuff I write now. But being published would be so much cooler...and it's more likely to still be around 20 or 30 years from now, whereas probably most of the junk on my computer will be DELETED! ZAH!
Anyway, that is all for now.