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It feels so strange to me, to be writing under a new Live Journal name. When i created it, I hadn't accessed my old one in over a year, and so i didn't even bother to look for it--i just assumed it had been wiped off the face of cyberspace...but i went poking around a couple of weeks ago, looking for old friends, and there it was...a monument, still standing, to two years of my college existence. Through two boyfriends, and the beginning of the relationship with my (now) husband...through Mountain Goats concerts and solitary cross-country trips and countless unnecessary papers and projects, and the beginning of starting to paint again...it was all there. I even remembered my password, and got to read my private entries. I felt a little guilty--though to be fair, i always feel a little guilty--because i'm not really that person anymore, in some ways, and it seemed like an invasion of retrospective privacy.