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Arrrgh, the DDoS completely threw off my intended updating schedule and LJ's post page has gone insane since then! I'm writing this on an Edit because it's the only way I can access the regular posting format, as opposed to whatever weird HTML-only thing is going on under the update page.
I guess I haven't done all that much of note, but it starts to back up like crazy, which is infuriating. I want to start chronicling my life better, because I know how handy it is for future!me to come back to these blogs. I have a terrible memory and I'd forget half the things I write on here if I didn't browse through them every so often. So, sorry for the lengthy update of little interesting substance, but I'm going to try my best to actually get this damn journaling thing down already.
I went to a friend's birthday party last week. It was out in the suburbs, so I had to brave the dreaded Metra for a ride. It would have been okay if I'd given myself more than ten minutes to get a ticket, but I hadn't counted on them to have only three windows open during a rush hour. (And I thought the CTA could be incompetent.) I had to give up and deal with the "The ticket window was open" tax by buying the ticket on the train, because the next one wouldn't depart for another two hours. And I wonder why some people avoid public transit like the plague...
The party involved driving out to an archery range, which was a first for me. I'd handled a compound bow (the high-tech-looking ones) before, but my friend practices with recurve bows (the more traditional style), which are a lot trickier to use. All two of us bow and arrow noobs had to be taught how to shoot and I tried to soak in as much as I could. I love knowing all about weapons, in part because I just do, in part because it comes up in my fiction all the time. I had to use a bow that was too heavy for me, but I did hit the target more often than not.
...This just doesn't have the right energy, written a whole week later. If this wasn't digital, now's where I'd throw all my papers into the air in exasperation.
I guess I haven't done all that much of note, but it starts to back up like crazy, which is infuriating. I want to start chronicling my life better, because I know how handy it is for future!me to come back to these blogs. I have a terrible memory and I'd forget half the things I write on here if I didn't browse through them every so often. So, sorry for the lengthy update of little interesting substance, but I'm going to try my best to actually get this damn journaling thing down already.
I went to a friend's birthday party last week. It was out in the suburbs, so I had to brave the dreaded Metra for a ride. It would have been okay if I'd given myself more than ten minutes to get a ticket, but I hadn't counted on them to have only three windows open during a rush hour. (And I thought the CTA could be incompetent.) I had to give up and deal with the "The ticket window was open" tax by buying the ticket on the train, because the next one wouldn't depart for another two hours. And I wonder why some people avoid public transit like the plague...
The party involved driving out to an archery range, which was a first for me. I'd handled a compound bow (the high-tech-looking ones) before, but my friend practices with recurve bows (the more traditional style), which are a lot trickier to use. All two of us bow and arrow noobs had to be taught how to shoot and I tried to soak in as much as I could. I love knowing all about weapons, in part because I just do, in part because it comes up in my fiction all the time. I had to use a bow that was too heavy for me, but I did hit the target more often than not.
...This just doesn't have the right energy, written a whole week later. If this wasn't digital, now's where I'd throw all my papers into the air in exasperation.