Still alive.
It's been a long, long while. I'm not even sure I feel like writing. I just felt I had to write something to keep this from being deleted. You see, I still want to keep this as a record of where I've been. I've not been good with keeping up with it as a record of where I am, or where I'm going, but I'd like that to change. Maybe I won't be using this for those purposes. I don't know. I don't have a Facebook account yet (maybe I should get one, 'all the cool kids are doing it'), and I have a MySpace that I have only recently begun to check again, if only to keep up with my little sister (whom I text and call a lot more than checking a profile), and listen to my playlist narcissistically. It's all narcissistic. But that's the age we live in, I guess.
I remember when I used to spend hours and hours on here (not just LJ, on the computer in general), talking to people until god-only-knows-what-o' clock in the morning. It was the center of my social life, much the way it is for a lot of people now. I had AOL when it was $9.95 a frigging hour, and I frittered away time on chatrooms vigorously defending the musical integrity of various bands and fending off the advances of lecherous cretins (and accepting discourse with a few -- ugh. not proud.) I would cry over IM conversations gone awry, strained friendships, and other incredibly overblown crises (in hindsight). And seething, fuming, crying, and other emot-ings, into LJ.
That's all the negative bits. There were positive bits. There still are. This is not a goodbye, but it's a formal acknowledgement that this will never quite be again the running record of life that it once was for me. From roughly 2001 this has been existing for me as a sounding board and a lengthy communication lifeline to friends that I have been surprised to have held onto for years. I'm grateful. You know who you are. I will be seeing more of you in the real world, and calling you, even if my presence is not strong on here. I prefer doing stuff and talking in person, or at least on the phone, to typing at you. Though it's fun to share links and be snarky, certainly.
I like the real world sometimes. After years of living on the computer, I cringe at the societal swing to 'ohmyfuckinggodihavetoblogabouteverythingifeelandkeepincontactwithyoubytypingatyou'
Even texting bothers me (I do it, but still.)
Reminds me too much of IMs. PICK UP THE PHONE. TALK TO ME.
The vitals (for those who care):
- Still at Rutgers Camden (May 2010 B.A. if I toe the line and take everything in sequence - and soon!)
- Back with Jim again.
- Working as a legal secretary for the time being.
- Would like to teach (or if i will run from the classroom screaming, i'd like to know this in advance)
- Still doing music (though I'm so beset with papers and l-a-z-y that i wonder if i will ever produce anything outside of joe prodding me to work on our stuff)
- Still living at home for the forseeable future (amassing money, shells and paperclips to build a yurt or cottage)
That's about it. I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff, but like i said, when i feel like updating...well, you'll see an update.
More later, if i feel like it.
I remember when I used to spend hours and hours on here (not just LJ, on the computer in general), talking to people until god-only-knows-what-o' clock in the morning. It was the center of my social life, much the way it is for a lot of people now. I had AOL when it was $9.95 a frigging hour, and I frittered away time on chatrooms vigorously defending the musical integrity of various bands and fending off the advances of lecherous cretins (and accepting discourse with a few -- ugh. not proud.) I would cry over IM conversations gone awry, strained friendships, and other incredibly overblown crises (in hindsight). And seething, fuming, crying, and other emot-ings, into LJ.
That's all the negative bits. There were positive bits. There still are. This is not a goodbye, but it's a formal acknowledgement that this will never quite be again the running record of life that it once was for me. From roughly 2001 this has been existing for me as a sounding board and a lengthy communication lifeline to friends that I have been surprised to have held onto for years. I'm grateful. You know who you are. I will be seeing more of you in the real world, and calling you, even if my presence is not strong on here. I prefer doing stuff and talking in person, or at least on the phone, to typing at you. Though it's fun to share links and be snarky, certainly.
I like the real world sometimes. After years of living on the computer, I cringe at the societal swing to 'ohmyfuckinggodihavetoblogabouteverythingifeelandkeepincontactwithyoubytypingatyou'
Even texting bothers me (I do it, but still.)
Reminds me too much of IMs. PICK UP THE PHONE. TALK TO ME.
The vitals (for those who care):
- Still at Rutgers Camden (May 2010 B.A. if I toe the line and take everything in sequence - and soon!)
- Back with Jim again.
- Working as a legal secretary for the time being.
- Would like to teach (or if i will run from the classroom screaming, i'd like to know this in advance)
- Still doing music (though I'm so beset with papers and l-a-z-y that i wonder if i will ever produce anything outside of joe prodding me to work on our stuff)
- Still living at home for the forseeable future (amassing money, shells and paperclips to build a yurt or cottage)
That's about it. I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff, but like i said, when i feel like updating...well, you'll see an update.
More later, if i feel like it.