note: in case you've missed it, I'm making my entries friendsonly from now on.  I don't like it, and there's nothing to see here move along, but I should have learned it when the lesson was taught, and it now occurs to me I have things to lose, so I'd better start playing the game with that in mind ( Read more... )

If ever I have desired webcomic based clothing, this may be the pinnacle of said feeling:


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Oh, I also saw Letters from Iwo Jima last night.  It was really good.  But then, I would love a perspective piece with a group of doomed characters ( Read more... )

Well, I finally finished the Seventh Harry Potter and as it's a book others have actually read, I feel compelled to write something of a review (although it's not pure Potter, since a lot of it's normal LJ introspection).  Anyway, it'll be written in white to avoid unwelcome spoilers, highlight the "empty" space below if you're inclined to read (it ( Read more... )

Epic voyage to Virginia.  Be back maybe.

Although I'm very rarely outwardly sentimental, I still tend to be poignantly affected by endings and departures.  In the immediate sense, I'm referring to Governor's School (GSSE), which ended today after a fury of crammed fun.  Although there are a few benefits, I still hate to see it go.  I enjoyed myself.  I had my meals taken care of, a room ( Read more... )

One of the greatest hypocrisies of our society is that we extol those who "think outside the box" and try to break unnecessary norms only in retrospect.  It's a shame so many people want to fix other people that aren't breaking things ( Read more... )

I'm more secretive than I care to admit.  (Would that be called metasecrecy?)

I don't quite understand my reticence to talk about myself, particularly my relationships.  I can talk to myself about them, as evidenced by this infernal medium, but otherwise I cloy up and find myself silent.  It's particularly daunting if I'm not even prompted to speak ( Read more... )

The words don't come anymore.  The thoughts and feelings I grew to love and loathe are dulled, beaten into subconscious submission by an unrelenting desire to disappear.  And I don't know what to say anymore.  I'm irritable and dissatisfied, still.  It gets worse, most of the time, when I'm away from the computer.  I have this feeling like I'm ( Read more... )

What a difference a year makes!  I just went back and read some journal entries from around this time last year, and the distinctions were noticeable.  It honestly sounded like I was happier, even though I was terribly depressed on practically a daily basis.  I also sounded much more hopeful, idealistic, inspired, humanistic, etc.  Like a better ( Read more... )