like a plastic baby in a faberge egg
HELLO LJ. Long time no see.
I have meant to update upon you for NIGH ON A THOUSAND YEARS. Actually it very nearly IS a year, isn't it? There is a stage of LJ-notness where it feels rude to start talking because of the extreme... notness, and that is the stage I inhabit. Also, I can't help being aware that I am basically a totally different LJ-person to who I was two or three years ago, and why would you lot want to talk to a stranger? But probably neither of those points are worth worrying about overmuch. I notice that most neurosis things tend not to be, which is depressing because I have spent the lion's share of my energy on them for most of my life. Actually I notice that quite a lot of people are changing in the way they use LJ. Life in four dimensions is weird. I still haven't entirely got used to it.
Anyway! This is what has been happening with me:
1) I finished medschool. I CANNOT BELIEVE I DID BUT I DID. I could write pages and pages about this but they would all boil down to "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??!?!?!?!?!!!!!" and "I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT THROUGH THAT" and "YES FUCKING YES FUCKING YES".
2) Then I, uh, went to Peru. Yes, I know. Does anyone know much about carbon offset schemes? I went to one of the Gold Standard certified places and calculated the carbon footprint of the flight and quailed. I WON'T DO THAT AGAIN. The flight, I mean, not the emissions calculation. I know buying carbon offset credits is more than a wee bit morally unattractive (Pay for the environmental cost of my holiday, third world people! Pay with your solar panels! I can still continue to do what I want because I can BUY peace of mind! Ahahaha! Ahahahahaha!) but, uh, it will have to suffice for now. My life is carbonappalling, I know it. It is a thing to work on.
3) Then I packed my boxes and left Birmingham FOR EVER (residentially speaking at least. pleaseIhopefingerscrossed), then I bounced between Birmingham and Scotland for a month, then two and a half weeks ago I moved to London.
4) I started work last week.
5) FUCK FUCK FUCKING HELL FUCK FUCK FUCK. FUCK. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. FUCK. FFFFFFUCK.
6) I love Steptoe and Son.
That I think, at present, is all. I am sorry I cannot make words. I have been so busy that it has scraped all the excess energy off me like a pumice stone. Also I am loathe to become one of those people who tells entertaining stories about pancreatitis. Once I have stopped being in rebellion against my new identity I will presumably be able to speak. And once I feel like I know how to do my job. At least the paperwork side of it. That bit is the most challenging really. At least for the other stuff you can always ask someone.
London is the most wonderful place in the world. It is weird not knowing anyone or anything. I feel wiped out by newness. I hope I settle. I really love London. And Steptoe and Son. Did I mention?
Man oh man.
I hope you beauties are all VERY WELL. I send love.
I have meant to update upon you for NIGH ON A THOUSAND YEARS. Actually it very nearly IS a year, isn't it? There is a stage of LJ-notness where it feels rude to start talking because of the extreme... notness, and that is the stage I inhabit. Also, I can't help being aware that I am basically a totally different LJ-person to who I was two or three years ago, and why would you lot want to talk to a stranger? But probably neither of those points are worth worrying about overmuch. I notice that most neurosis things tend not to be, which is depressing because I have spent the lion's share of my energy on them for most of my life. Actually I notice that quite a lot of people are changing in the way they use LJ. Life in four dimensions is weird. I still haven't entirely got used to it.
Anyway! This is what has been happening with me:
1) I finished medschool. I CANNOT BELIEVE I DID BUT I DID. I could write pages and pages about this but they would all boil down to "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??!?!?!?!?!!!!!" and "I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT THROUGH THAT" and "YES FUCKING YES FUCKING YES".
2) Then I, uh, went to Peru. Yes, I know. Does anyone know much about carbon offset schemes? I went to one of the Gold Standard certified places and calculated the carbon footprint of the flight and quailed. I WON'T DO THAT AGAIN. The flight, I mean, not the emissions calculation. I know buying carbon offset credits is more than a wee bit morally unattractive (Pay for the environmental cost of my holiday, third world people! Pay with your solar panels! I can still continue to do what I want because I can BUY peace of mind! Ahahaha! Ahahahahaha!) but, uh, it will have to suffice for now. My life is carbonappalling, I know it. It is a thing to work on.
3) Then I packed my boxes and left Birmingham FOR EVER (residentially speaking at least. pleaseIhopefingerscrossed), then I bounced between Birmingham and Scotland for a month, then two and a half weeks ago I moved to London.
4) I started work last week.
5) FUCK FUCK FUCKING HELL FUCK FUCK FUCK. FUCK. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. FUCK. FFFFFFUCK.
6) I love Steptoe and Son.
That I think, at present, is all. I am sorry I cannot make words. I have been so busy that it has scraped all the excess energy off me like a pumice stone. Also I am loathe to become one of those people who tells entertaining stories about pancreatitis. Once I have stopped being in rebellion against my new identity I will presumably be able to speak. And once I feel like I know how to do my job. At least the paperwork side of it. That bit is the most challenging really. At least for the other stuff you can always ask someone.
London is the most wonderful place in the world. It is weird not knowing anyone or anything. I feel wiped out by newness. I hope I settle. I really love London. And Steptoe and Son. Did I mention?
Man oh man.
I hope you beauties are all VERY WELL. I send love.