The times, they be a-changin'
I opened the update page and livejournal, ever helpful, asked if I wanted to restore from draft. Sure, I thought, I don't really have anything of importance to say, I could stand a suggestion. I wonder what I was writing back then.
I wait while one word loads on the screen. "Shit."
Which leaves me to wonder. What was I going to talk about all those days ago? I don't remember typing "shit" and then navigating away from this page. Was that it, or was I going to start an actual sentence with that word? What sort of sentence could I start with "shit"? Let's think of some possibilities.
"Shit man, I don't know..."
"Shit went down."
"Shit is exciting around here."
"SHIT FUCK HELL DAMN GOD FUCKING..."
I don't really start a lot of sentences with the word "shit," I suppose. I mean, occasionally my inner monologue sounds like that last one, and I do say "Shit man, I don't know..." a lot, but that's just because I've picked it up from my roommate. But I wonder what moved me to start an entry with shit? At least it gave me something to write about today.
Other than that, there's not a whole lot going on 'round here. Nevertheless, I've recently been sort of overwhelmed by a sense of impending... something. I guess it makes sense because I am moving back home soon and then after that I'm going to New Hampshire to begin an internship (hint: it's political in nature and I'll be working many, many levels under someone whose name kind of rhymes with "Rock the Casbah," at least if you say it fast and don't think too hard). I've been completely opposed to the very idea of an unpaid internship for a long time, but my hope is that I can survive for a couple months off of my meager savings and my grandfather's charity (he's making his "campaign donation" to me) and then get a real job that pays real money.
So yeah, the inner monologue has had a few of the "SHIT FUCK HELL WHAT AM I DOING?" moments in the past few weeks. Hopefully New Hampshire will be awesome and simply rife with people who are dying to dance with me and not rife with people who want to shove my face in the gutter for being another one of those damn political kids, which is what I'm really scared of.
Regardless, by the end of this year I'll have lived in the Northwest (school), the Southwest (home), the Midwest (summer enterprise), and the Northeast. Duuuuuude. That's almost every timezone in the US. I'll miss some in Alaska and Hawaii by default, and I'm not sure if I'll catch daylight savings time (when AZ goes on Mountain Time for no other reason than we're ornery). We'll see if it gives me some sort of perspective or just a random, whacked out sense of self.
Ooooh, also, I just saw Stardust (hence the icon) and I've decided that Tristan is my new boyfriend. (What is it with me and movies lately? Sit me in front of a shiny screen and I suddenly have the libido of a... horny person. Seriously, HP5 was just me going, "Ron, why are you so cute all of a sudden? Hermione, you're gorgeous! Neville, you're so pretty, ooh, I'm going to the Special Hell for so many reasons.") It doesn't matter that he's fictional or that Charlie Cox (the actor) doesn't know I exist. Seriously, his grin made me melt every time and he can dance, and that's all that matters. And Clare Danes is amazingly beautiful, too. (See what I mean? Next I'll be gushing about De Niro or something.) Has everyone here seen the movie? If not, you should. Posthaste!
I wait while one word loads on the screen. "Shit."
Which leaves me to wonder. What was I going to talk about all those days ago? I don't remember typing "shit" and then navigating away from this page. Was that it, or was I going to start an actual sentence with that word? What sort of sentence could I start with "shit"? Let's think of some possibilities.
"Shit man, I don't know..."
"Shit went down."
"Shit is exciting around here."
"SHIT FUCK HELL DAMN GOD FUCKING..."
I don't really start a lot of sentences with the word "shit," I suppose. I mean, occasionally my inner monologue sounds like that last one, and I do say "Shit man, I don't know..." a lot, but that's just because I've picked it up from my roommate. But I wonder what moved me to start an entry with shit? At least it gave me something to write about today.
Other than that, there's not a whole lot going on 'round here. Nevertheless, I've recently been sort of overwhelmed by a sense of impending... something. I guess it makes sense because I am moving back home soon and then after that I'm going to New Hampshire to begin an internship (hint: it's political in nature and I'll be working many, many levels under someone whose name kind of rhymes with "Rock the Casbah," at least if you say it fast and don't think too hard). I've been completely opposed to the very idea of an unpaid internship for a long time, but my hope is that I can survive for a couple months off of my meager savings and my grandfather's charity (he's making his "campaign donation" to me) and then get a real job that pays real money.
So yeah, the inner monologue has had a few of the "SHIT FUCK HELL WHAT AM I DOING?" moments in the past few weeks. Hopefully New Hampshire will be awesome and simply rife with people who are dying to dance with me and not rife with people who want to shove my face in the gutter for being another one of those damn political kids, which is what I'm really scared of.
Regardless, by the end of this year I'll have lived in the Northwest (school), the Southwest (home), the Midwest (summer enterprise), and the Northeast. Duuuuuude. That's almost every timezone in the US. I'll miss some in Alaska and Hawaii by default, and I'm not sure if I'll catch daylight savings time (when AZ goes on Mountain Time for no other reason than we're ornery). We'll see if it gives me some sort of perspective or just a random, whacked out sense of self.
Ooooh, also, I just saw Stardust (hence the icon) and I've decided that Tristan is my new boyfriend. (What is it with me and movies lately? Sit me in front of a shiny screen and I suddenly have the libido of a... horny person. Seriously, HP5 was just me going, "Ron, why are you so cute all of a sudden? Hermione, you're gorgeous! Neville, you're so pretty, ooh, I'm going to the Special Hell for so many reasons.") It doesn't matter that he's fictional or that Charlie Cox (the actor) doesn't know I exist. Seriously, his grin made me melt every time and he can dance, and that's all that matters. And Clare Danes is amazingly beautiful, too. (See what I mean? Next I'll be gushing about De Niro or something.) Has everyone here seen the movie? If not, you should. Posthaste!