Ladies and gentleman, here's Exhibit A
Hello, out there. Is this an empty room? Is my voice echoing? Does anyone hang out here anymore? I know I don't. I thought I'd check in, see what's going on in your world. As much as I use Facebook, it doesn't really help see where people are at in their lives. Maybe I'm a freak, but I like looking behind the curtain, reading these entries.
It strucks me, (EDIT! Strucks? My God. Or yours maybe.) reading these thoughts that seem so private, that people don't completely absord that everyone will read these things. I know I didn't really acknowledge that when I was at the height of my LJ frenzy, bleeding all the private secrets onto the screen, desperately hoping for feedback for a little validation.
And I'm back. Don't look at me with those pitying, knowing eyes. People don't change that much in their lives.
Anyway, here's an update on the facts:
I live in Montreal, and go to Concordia. Technically, according to the UPEI/Concordia credits I've got so far, I'm in the second semester of my first year. I suppose I'm in Political Science and Geography. I work at a coffee shop, and have a tendency towards burning the fuck out my right hand. I live a cozy little apartment with a cat and four roomies. It has earned the title of Casa Del Lechy.
I've been kind of down. I can't really explain it. I came out of a long relationship a month ago, started going to school, got a new job, adjusted to a new apartment.. Maybe it's a settling-in period for this rearranged life. I've started developing a wee bit of insomnia... I fall asleep, but usually just for two or three hours before I have to wake up.
A side note about primetime teen dramas: Oh! For all former OC fans who gave up after the second or third season, guess what? It drastically improved in season four, just in time to be cancelled. Taylor was a far better lead than Marissa. Who really wants to watch a rich, upper class version of their angsty teenage selves fuck up onscreen? That's how I felt about her, anyway.
I suppose I should go try and concentrate on my Geography notes. I've got a test, but I can't sit still. I couldn't even concentrate on Gilmore Girls. I need to go run around like mad, but I'm not comfortable in this city. After I'm finished with school, I can't imagine living in a place as big as Montreal again. It's impersonal, and a 21-year-old's life seems to be exclusively centred around the nightlife, which is not my thing. Where did Rory find friends like her? I need them. But in this city. Not on PEI. (Here's lookin' at you, Matt Dixon.)
I suppose I shall just sit here, listen to Aimee Mann and enjoy her wonderful way with words.
Cheers.
It strucks me, (EDIT! Strucks? My God. Or yours maybe.) reading these thoughts that seem so private, that people don't completely absord that everyone will read these things. I know I didn't really acknowledge that when I was at the height of my LJ frenzy, bleeding all the private secrets onto the screen, desperately hoping for feedback for a little validation.
And I'm back. Don't look at me with those pitying, knowing eyes. People don't change that much in their lives.
Anyway, here's an update on the facts:
I live in Montreal, and go to Concordia. Technically, according to the UPEI/Concordia credits I've got so far, I'm in the second semester of my first year. I suppose I'm in Political Science and Geography. I work at a coffee shop, and have a tendency towards burning the fuck out my right hand. I live a cozy little apartment with a cat and four roomies. It has earned the title of Casa Del Lechy.
I've been kind of down. I can't really explain it. I came out of a long relationship a month ago, started going to school, got a new job, adjusted to a new apartment.. Maybe it's a settling-in period for this rearranged life. I've started developing a wee bit of insomnia... I fall asleep, but usually just for two or three hours before I have to wake up.
A side note about primetime teen dramas: Oh! For all former OC fans who gave up after the second or third season, guess what? It drastically improved in season four, just in time to be cancelled. Taylor was a far better lead than Marissa. Who really wants to watch a rich, upper class version of their angsty teenage selves fuck up onscreen? That's how I felt about her, anyway.
I suppose I should go try and concentrate on my Geography notes. I've got a test, but I can't sit still. I couldn't even concentrate on Gilmore Girls. I need to go run around like mad, but I'm not comfortable in this city. After I'm finished with school, I can't imagine living in a place as big as Montreal again. It's impersonal, and a 21-year-old's life seems to be exclusively centred around the nightlife, which is not my thing. Where did Rory find friends like her? I need them. But in this city. Not on PEI. (Here's lookin' at you, Matt Dixon.)
I suppose I shall just sit here, listen to Aimee Mann and enjoy her wonderful way with words.
Cheers.