My Occupations
I'm sorry for being so neglectful. I definitely still follow all of you guys (the few of you who still post).
Life has been swell, and I haven't felt like I have anything newsworthy-which is funny, because a lot has been happening. I've been very busy doing things, big and small. My boyfriend and I got an awesome attic apartment together this past summer and we've been working on some exciting projects together (not giving away details just yet)-and when we haven't been doing that, we've been doing other good stuff. Tonight, for example, we're camping out in the living room and building a tent fort to shield us from scary, creaky, 100-year-old house noises. I've been so busy that I've yet to even explore the hidden passages in the living room and dining room walls (yes, our apartment really is that awesome!). Maybe tonight will be the night! I think there's a barbell in one of them; who knows what other mundane treasures await?
A sampling of other things I've been doing: Looking for work. Learning 3D modeling software. Building up a portfolio (slowly). Sewing, mending, and tailoring. A little painting. Some cooking (recently added pancakes to my pitiable repertoire). Learning geology. Idly playing at learning how to program-mostly just thinking up programs I wish I could program already (especially along the lines of simulation, genetic algorithms, and procedural generation-basically, the kinds of things that are way, way beyond the scope of anything a novice should be attempting). Contra dancing and a little beginner's lindy hop. Playing computer games. Going on night walks. Reading Reddit. Playing with my hissing roaches. Watching Netflix. Planting terrariums. Staying up way too late analyzing things I can't change and can only pretend to understand with any authority: economics, politics, human nature, evolution, plate tectonics, language, etc. Or staying up late planning the perfect survivalist's homestead assuming a massive, worldwide apocalyptic event. Consequently sleeping in way too late the next day.
I've never been so consistently happy at least since I was a baby. (I don't remember my babyhood's happiness-to-unhappiness ratio, so I can't in good conscience claim I'm happier now than I was then. It's plausible that infancy was so ridiculously delightful that I had to suppress the memory for the sake of my future self-preservation.) It's somewhat tainted by the fact that all plans are up in the air. I don't know where I'll be living in a couple months, or if I'll even be in the country. Such is the nature of adventure, though, and I'd rather have it this way than any other. It probably builds character or something.
Life has been swell, and I haven't felt like I have anything newsworthy-which is funny, because a lot has been happening. I've been very busy doing things, big and small. My boyfriend and I got an awesome attic apartment together this past summer and we've been working on some exciting projects together (not giving away details just yet)-and when we haven't been doing that, we've been doing other good stuff. Tonight, for example, we're camping out in the living room and building a tent fort to shield us from scary, creaky, 100-year-old house noises. I've been so busy that I've yet to even explore the hidden passages in the living room and dining room walls (yes, our apartment really is that awesome!). Maybe tonight will be the night! I think there's a barbell in one of them; who knows what other mundane treasures await?
A sampling of other things I've been doing: Looking for work. Learning 3D modeling software. Building up a portfolio (slowly). Sewing, mending, and tailoring. A little painting. Some cooking (recently added pancakes to my pitiable repertoire). Learning geology. Idly playing at learning how to program-mostly just thinking up programs I wish I could program already (especially along the lines of simulation, genetic algorithms, and procedural generation-basically, the kinds of things that are way, way beyond the scope of anything a novice should be attempting). Contra dancing and a little beginner's lindy hop. Playing computer games. Going on night walks. Reading Reddit. Playing with my hissing roaches. Watching Netflix. Planting terrariums. Staying up way too late analyzing things I can't change and can only pretend to understand with any authority: economics, politics, human nature, evolution, plate tectonics, language, etc. Or staying up late planning the perfect survivalist's homestead assuming a massive, worldwide apocalyptic event. Consequently sleeping in way too late the next day.
I've never been so consistently happy at least since I was a baby. (I don't remember my babyhood's happiness-to-unhappiness ratio, so I can't in good conscience claim I'm happier now than I was then. It's plausible that infancy was so ridiculously delightful that I had to suppress the memory for the sake of my future self-preservation.) It's somewhat tainted by the fact that all plans are up in the air. I don't know where I'll be living in a couple months, or if I'll even be in the country. Such is the nature of adventure, though, and I'd rather have it this way than any other. It probably builds character or something.