Not actually leaving LJ, and things I love now.
I have been planning recently on leaving LJ. Most of the reasons I was originally here have gone. And most of what I get out of LJ these days is Russian spam. I have started up what I hope will be a reasonably serious blog here: http://saoili.blogspot.com/ . And most of the small, random musings that I used to put on here go on Google Plus now.
Except that I've just spent a very enjoyable couple of hours reading through my old LJ posts. And I don't think Google Plus is a record in the same way. So I think I might keep the LJ for when I want to say little things, but keep them said.
On that note, as a follow up to this: http://saoili.livejournal.com/37066.html
I still love the feeling of loving things. That warmth, that excitment, that fuzzy glow. I love being someone that has so many things that can bring out that feeling.
Here's some of them, new ones in bold: John, Simon, friendship, family, love, dancing, good hugs, coding, doing anything well, getting better at things and seeing it happen, playing music, playing certain games, meeting new people and clicking with them, getting to know people, deep conversations, the right kind of sleep dep, being giddy, learning, that 'aha' moment of realisation, teaching, explaining, being proved right, being proved wrong and taking it well and accepting and growing from it (this is hard, but great), being praised, giving genuine compliments and seeing the reaction, Faith, maths, logic problems, sharing nerdy tendencies, writing, reading things I've written before and like, great books, great movies, great poetry, the smell of soft summer rain, getting soaked in the right kind of rain (through to the bone in seconds, somewhere near home, by choice :) ), strong wind, getting someplace dirty really clean, good music, a good romance story, being creative, giving 'the right gift', training, breathtaking scenery, flying, acting, singing, making people laugh, running, having finally passed my driving test (I still grin when I think about it), spending time online, getting time to myself, driving really fast, wedding planning (when it's going well), organising things, knitting, getting flowers and sometimes, just the realisation that life is wonderful.
Except that I've just spent a very enjoyable couple of hours reading through my old LJ posts. And I don't think Google Plus is a record in the same way. So I think I might keep the LJ for when I want to say little things, but keep them said.
On that note, as a follow up to this: http://saoili.livejournal.com/37066.html
I still love the feeling of loving things. That warmth, that excitment, that fuzzy glow. I love being someone that has so many things that can bring out that feeling.
Here's some of them, new ones in bold: John, Simon, friendship, family, love, dancing, good hugs, coding, doing anything well, getting better at things and seeing it happen, playing music, playing certain games, meeting new people and clicking with them, getting to know people, deep conversations, the right kind of sleep dep, being giddy, learning, that 'aha' moment of realisation, teaching, explaining, being proved right, being proved wrong and taking it well and accepting and growing from it (this is hard, but great), being praised, giving genuine compliments and seeing the reaction, Faith, maths, logic problems, sharing nerdy tendencies, writing, reading things I've written before and like, great books, great movies, great poetry, the smell of soft summer rain, getting soaked in the right kind of rain (through to the bone in seconds, somewhere near home, by choice :) ), strong wind, getting someplace dirty really clean, good music, a good romance story, being creative, giving 'the right gift', training, breathtaking scenery, flying, acting, singing, making people laugh, running, having finally passed my driving test (I still grin when I think about it), spending time online, getting time to myself, driving really fast, wedding planning (when it's going well), organising things, knitting, getting flowers and sometimes, just the realisation that life is wonderful.