the end.
And so we have come to the end of BEDA... back in March when I committed myself to doing this crazy thing this day felt so far away except now it is here. Now it is here and it is an ending and also a beginning (and it means that I have a week and a day to write that pesky essay). I could go on in this cliched manner, talking about how beautiful this is and how one journey is over but another is beginning.
The obligation to blog is gone, but this crazy thing that came out of Maureen Johnson's brain has reawakened my love of blogging and writing down the silly things I think of. While BEDA is finishing and I won't be blogging every day, I will still be blogging... something I only started doing again a bit over a month ago after not having done so seriously for three years.
Livejournal was a huge part of my life for two years, and then I stopped. And now, three years later, here I sit. I'm back here, where I released a lot of my creative energies three years ago and for the past month, and where I intend to continue to do so.
Also my blogs will probably be better from now on since it's no longer an obligation. I'm no longer required by my own mind and its silly self imposed rules to force something out of my brain daily. So from now on, when I do blog, it will be when I have something to say, and it will be better.
Oh me, always promising quality when I know I'll deliver something sub par, must stop that silly habit.
Anyway. It occurs to me that I haven't been a particularly good BEDA buddy to my renegade, last minute group, which is a little bit terrible of me. Um, sorry, I guess I just have very little time of late. My brain does not have a function to tell me when I need to run off and check blogs that aren't automatically put on my friends page for easy convenience. Makes me wish I had a paid account so I could create syndicated pages for the blogs I want to read but can't remember to go and check.
Woulda, shoulda, coulda. It's always that way. I never end up doing anything about it. I'm too poor and without means of sending money over the internets to buy myself a paid account (although should someone decide to buy one for me I wouldn't object... like that's ever going to happen xD).
Now my brain has come to the brilliant conclusion that I have nothing more to say.
I felt kind of yucky all day, good thing I didn't have uni. Did have homework though, and I got the stuff that is due tomorrow done, but the project I should have near completion so that it can be checked over tomorrow... I've barely started. Woo me!
Fact is, I had a terrible headache all day, which didn't go away despite the two strong painkillers I took. I woke up coughing, with a sore throat and my face felt really warm (even though my mum said it only felt a little warm and not hot... it was still uncomfortable). This sort of thing doesn't lend itself well to homeworky type motivation. I made some kind of terrible abstract watercolour paintings for my journal and did a cool thing with black and cream paper where I made a silhouetted city skyline seen over water (except that it was all black and white paper so it's not exactly identifiable as water anyway) and drew some boats. The kind you fold out of paper. Only I just drew them on paper and cut them out to stick into my journal in a nicely arrange fashion.
It's what I do I suppose. I like pretty things.
And this collection of words has moved in an entirely different direction. I'm not entirely sure where it could possibly be going.
I think I might stop it.
I also thing that I might blog tomorrow just because I am sentimental and I will miss this BEDA business. I'll miss being forced to write down my crazy thoughts and not just keep them in my brain where they belong. And I'll miss reading other peoples thoughts on a nice little internet page. I'll miss having something nice, shiny and new to read every day from some lovely people. I will venture so far as to say some of my new favorite people.
Or something like that, I don't know what I am doing, my head hurts and I should go to sleep. Goodnight, goodbye April, farewell BEDA. See you people in May.
<3 Lucinda
The obligation to blog is gone, but this crazy thing that came out of Maureen Johnson's brain has reawakened my love of blogging and writing down the silly things I think of. While BEDA is finishing and I won't be blogging every day, I will still be blogging... something I only started doing again a bit over a month ago after not having done so seriously for three years.
Livejournal was a huge part of my life for two years, and then I stopped. And now, three years later, here I sit. I'm back here, where I released a lot of my creative energies three years ago and for the past month, and where I intend to continue to do so.
Also my blogs will probably be better from now on since it's no longer an obligation. I'm no longer required by my own mind and its silly self imposed rules to force something out of my brain daily. So from now on, when I do blog, it will be when I have something to say, and it will be better.
Oh me, always promising quality when I know I'll deliver something sub par, must stop that silly habit.
Anyway. It occurs to me that I haven't been a particularly good BEDA buddy to my renegade, last minute group, which is a little bit terrible of me. Um, sorry, I guess I just have very little time of late. My brain does not have a function to tell me when I need to run off and check blogs that aren't automatically put on my friends page for easy convenience. Makes me wish I had a paid account so I could create syndicated pages for the blogs I want to read but can't remember to go and check.
Woulda, shoulda, coulda. It's always that way. I never end up doing anything about it. I'm too poor and without means of sending money over the internets to buy myself a paid account (although should someone decide to buy one for me I wouldn't object... like that's ever going to happen xD).
Now my brain has come to the brilliant conclusion that I have nothing more to say.
I felt kind of yucky all day, good thing I didn't have uni. Did have homework though, and I got the stuff that is due tomorrow done, but the project I should have near completion so that it can be checked over tomorrow... I've barely started. Woo me!
Fact is, I had a terrible headache all day, which didn't go away despite the two strong painkillers I took. I woke up coughing, with a sore throat and my face felt really warm (even though my mum said it only felt a little warm and not hot... it was still uncomfortable). This sort of thing doesn't lend itself well to homeworky type motivation. I made some kind of terrible abstract watercolour paintings for my journal and did a cool thing with black and cream paper where I made a silhouetted city skyline seen over water (except that it was all black and white paper so it's not exactly identifiable as water anyway) and drew some boats. The kind you fold out of paper. Only I just drew them on paper and cut them out to stick into my journal in a nicely arrange fashion.
It's what I do I suppose. I like pretty things.
And this collection of words has moved in an entirely different direction. I'm not entirely sure where it could possibly be going.
I think I might stop it.
I also thing that I might blog tomorrow just because I am sentimental and I will miss this BEDA business. I'll miss being forced to write down my crazy thoughts and not just keep them in my brain where they belong. And I'll miss reading other peoples thoughts on a nice little internet page. I'll miss having something nice, shiny and new to read every day from some lovely people. I will venture so far as to say some of my new favorite people.
Or something like that, I don't know what I am doing, my head hurts and I should go to sleep. Goodnight, goodbye April, farewell BEDA. See you people in May.
<3 Lucinda