In which I catch up!
It's been a long, long time.
Recent months have seen me meet a snazzy girl named Amanda, to the point where I am writing this from her living room because...we have moved in together. We've been seeing each other since last September, and around March of this year (obviously...that's king of a redundant tack on. If we started seeing each other in September, and it is currently June, there is not exactly a plethora of options for what year "March" could allude to. But, for the sake of absolute transparency, I add in "of this year". Clearly because I am expecting to get paid by the word for this journal experience, even though I am not getting paid at all. Free blogging for you top enjoy!, I say, as if expecting that anyone will even read this) she began asking me to move in. It has been a really slow process where I am essentially moving a few small carry-able items every time I go back home, but...it has been happening. I have a room! With a closet! Full of my clothes! So...that's, like, "belonging", yes? "Living here", as it were?
Amanda herself is a special girl; we have good times together and laugh constantly. We never find ourselves wanting for conversation when we go out to dinner, and we enjoy the company of each other. I am...not a very good gusher, it seems. Suffice to say, happiness abounds when we are together, and it is, as the hip kids say, all good.
She does, I find, have infinite patience for my geekiness; she has come with me to the Pittsburgh Comic Con and a Yugioh sneak peak event, without much complaining (well...moreso in the case of the Comic Con; she really did not love the Yugioh event that much, but I digress), and that's obviously a plus.
I am trying to find what else might be considered "news". I feel it would be awkward if--after all this time of ignoring LiveJournal--I were to come back and start editorializing or anecdote-izing away. I still work, and eat, and sleep. My life feel much unchanged; only now, I do more of it in a new apartment, and with a new person. I constantly feel as though my LiveJournal is some facet of a person I no longer quite am, and I am having a difficult time assimilating it into the new "me". I feel as though I do not "require" LiveJournal anymore as I once maybe did, if that makes sense. Not that LJ was some kind of emotional crutch, but I found it quite comforting to come here and meander on about my nonsense thoughts and feelings to people--only a few of whom did I know in the "real" world (I do quite love quotation marks, apparently; everything is said in a kind of disaffected way now. "News" and "require" and "real". I can't quite imagine any reason why that might be). Time was, I very much enjoyed sharing random thoughts and "feelings" (there it is again!) with others while simultaneously reading their own, but now I feel less...sharey. Which is weird, because I am quite an attention whore.
I have periodically considered abandoning this LiveJournal in the quest to start another, but I have had this since 2002 or so, and it would almost break my heart to "ditch" my former self. But I feel as though the LJ bar I set in 2007-2009 is just too high. I was too attentive and too witty and too amusing, and I feel like it is a terrible burden to live up to the amazing standards I have previously set. Clearly, modesty does not become me, but don't worry...I'm mostly being facetious.
You know...when I STARTED this, I was saying to myself "I am only going to talk about me and my life goings-on. I am not going to talk about my lack of LJ-ing". I am...not very good at this game. Heh.
Recent months have seen me meet a snazzy girl named Amanda, to the point where I am writing this from her living room because...we have moved in together. We've been seeing each other since last September, and around March of this year (obviously...that's king of a redundant tack on. If we started seeing each other in September, and it is currently June, there is not exactly a plethora of options for what year "March" could allude to. But, for the sake of absolute transparency, I add in "of this year". Clearly because I am expecting to get paid by the word for this journal experience, even though I am not getting paid at all. Free blogging for you top enjoy!, I say, as if expecting that anyone will even read this) she began asking me to move in. It has been a really slow process where I am essentially moving a few small carry-able items every time I go back home, but...it has been happening. I have a room! With a closet! Full of my clothes! So...that's, like, "belonging", yes? "Living here", as it were?
Amanda herself is a special girl; we have good times together and laugh constantly. We never find ourselves wanting for conversation when we go out to dinner, and we enjoy the company of each other. I am...not a very good gusher, it seems. Suffice to say, happiness abounds when we are together, and it is, as the hip kids say, all good.
She does, I find, have infinite patience for my geekiness; she has come with me to the Pittsburgh Comic Con and a Yugioh sneak peak event, without much complaining (well...moreso in the case of the Comic Con; she really did not love the Yugioh event that much, but I digress), and that's obviously a plus.
I am trying to find what else might be considered "news". I feel it would be awkward if--after all this time of ignoring LiveJournal--I were to come back and start editorializing or anecdote-izing away. I still work, and eat, and sleep. My life feel much unchanged; only now, I do more of it in a new apartment, and with a new person. I constantly feel as though my LiveJournal is some facet of a person I no longer quite am, and I am having a difficult time assimilating it into the new "me". I feel as though I do not "require" LiveJournal anymore as I once maybe did, if that makes sense. Not that LJ was some kind of emotional crutch, but I found it quite comforting to come here and meander on about my nonsense thoughts and feelings to people--only a few of whom did I know in the "real" world (I do quite love quotation marks, apparently; everything is said in a kind of disaffected way now. "News" and "require" and "real". I can't quite imagine any reason why that might be). Time was, I very much enjoyed sharing random thoughts and "feelings" (there it is again!) with others while simultaneously reading their own, but now I feel less...sharey. Which is weird, because I am quite an attention whore.
I have periodically considered abandoning this LiveJournal in the quest to start another, but I have had this since 2002 or so, and it would almost break my heart to "ditch" my former self. But I feel as though the LJ bar I set in 2007-2009 is just too high. I was too attentive and too witty and too amusing, and I feel like it is a terrible burden to live up to the amazing standards I have previously set. Clearly, modesty does not become me, but don't worry...I'm mostly being facetious.
You know...when I STARTED this, I was saying to myself "I am only going to talk about me and my life goings-on. I am not going to talk about my lack of LJ-ing". I am...not very good at this game. Heh.