Haven't really had the time to sit down and do a good update recently... I feel like they have mostly been random streams of consciousness, with no purpose to them. I will try to rectify this at some point, but this morning will probably just be more babbling.
It was a jam-packed weekend, Big Sister left Saturday and another friend showed up shortly after. Spent Saturday at the Ophthalmologist getting new contacts, glasses and allergy eye drops, and spent that evening continuing my weekend-o-food and playing Rock Band.
Yesterday was very nice -- took a long nap and went for a hike with new friends and had sushi. I also procured some new reading material -- The Tao of Pooh and The War of Art (which is a suggestion I swiped from a fellow blogger)
Again -- haven't really been in the updating mood -- maybe later i'll feel up to it.
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Monday, March 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Whoa.
Recently I've been very reflective. Along with my decision to go back to school, I have been evaluating the things in my life that make me happy and fulfilled. With this comes a lot of reminiscing, and so I decided to look up my old blog, which was on livejournal. HOLY SHIT, is all I have to say.
I started that journal back in 2004 (5 years ago?! wow) and the changes in myself are monumental. Obviously some things haven't changed -- I still feel insecure sometimes, I still feel like I never make enough time for my friends, I always wish I could travel more. My writing has definitely changed, although I must say some of the poems I wrote and posted aren't so bad. There are so many people mentioned in my previous journal who I just don't speak to anymore... it's a weird feeling.
The journal entries are random, and I just put whatever thoughts I had into the journal, without any real regard for my own privacy (I may just think this because I know all of the stories behind the entries). They are not particularly well thought out, and very few of them make good points, but it is crazy to be able to look back and see what I was thinking at what points.
Twenty has read some of it, as well, and makes the point of how young we were. Not that in the five years since I started that journal we have suddenly become wise, but so many things are different. She and I were college room mates and always acted ridiculous together (which we still do). Our relationship is much more mature, or at least more honest and open, and we as people want different things.
I guess looking back at all the insanity I wouldn't change the decisions I've made. I'm still not entirely sure who I am or where I am going, but I look forward to coming back to this journal one day and seeing the major changes in myself.
I started that journal back in 2004 (5 years ago?! wow) and the changes in myself are monumental. Obviously some things haven't changed -- I still feel insecure sometimes, I still feel like I never make enough time for my friends, I always wish I could travel more. My writing has definitely changed, although I must say some of the poems I wrote and posted aren't so bad. There are so many people mentioned in my previous journal who I just don't speak to anymore... it's a weird feeling.
The journal entries are random, and I just put whatever thoughts I had into the journal, without any real regard for my own privacy (I may just think this because I know all of the stories behind the entries). They are not particularly well thought out, and very few of them make good points, but it is crazy to be able to look back and see what I was thinking at what points.
Twenty has read some of it, as well, and makes the point of how young we were. Not that in the five years since I started that journal we have suddenly become wise, but so many things are different. She and I were college room mates and always acted ridiculous together (which we still do). Our relationship is much more mature, or at least more honest and open, and we as people want different things.
I guess looking back at all the insanity I wouldn't change the decisions I've made. I'm still not entirely sure who I am or where I am going, but I look forward to coming back to this journal one day and seeing the major changes in myself.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Snippit
More from the book -- still from the beginning, I'm not really ready to post some of the more intimate parts of my life. Obviously, I will have to get over that soon.
Please, also, keep in mind that this is rough. Rough, rough, rough. No editing. I am trying to give people an idea of where I come from without it being too lengthy. I definitely plan on expanding on this -- but as a snapshot, this is what I've got. I considered posting a longer piece, but this is still my baby, and again I'm not ready to put too much out there!
Here it goes --
As a child I never thought there was anything extraordinary about my life. My parents were still married, I had two sisters, two dogs, two cats, nice house… none of these things seemed remarkable. I was a happy child, and given opportunities that until I was an adult, I did not appreciate. My Parents met in high school and married young. My father, who was in the Marines, moved my mother and himself to California, away from their native New Jersey. It was here they birthed 3 lovely daughters. The oldest being Michelle, then myself, then Ann. After kids, my parents decided they wanted to be closer to family and so we moved back to the east coast. A small town on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, a blip of farmlands and beaches, where I spent a large part of my adolescence. It is the same as every small town America you see in the movies: partially segregated, wholly religious, and mostly redneck. I went to church on the weekends, played in the middle and high school band, and played capture the flag with my friends from youth group.
Seeing this snaphot of my life, one might begin to wonder what it is that I could offer. Growing up in a white middle class life doesn’t generally afford the kind of drama required for lifetime movies or heart wrenching memoirs. This is where I tell you that things are not always what they seem. As cliché as that is, I suppose there is a reason for it. And so, dear reader, I begin to divulge the details of my life.
Please, also, keep in mind that this is rough. Rough, rough, rough. No editing. I am trying to give people an idea of where I come from without it being too lengthy. I definitely plan on expanding on this -- but as a snapshot, this is what I've got. I considered posting a longer piece, but this is still my baby, and again I'm not ready to put too much out there!
Here it goes --
As a child I never thought there was anything extraordinary about my life. My parents were still married, I had two sisters, two dogs, two cats, nice house… none of these things seemed remarkable. I was a happy child, and given opportunities that until I was an adult, I did not appreciate. My Parents met in high school and married young. My father, who was in the Marines, moved my mother and himself to California, away from their native New Jersey. It was here they birthed 3 lovely daughters. The oldest being Michelle, then myself, then Ann. After kids, my parents decided they wanted to be closer to family and so we moved back to the east coast. A small town on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, a blip of farmlands and beaches, where I spent a large part of my adolescence. It is the same as every small town America you see in the movies: partially segregated, wholly religious, and mostly redneck. I went to church on the weekends, played in the middle and high school band, and played capture the flag with my friends from youth group.
Seeing this snaphot of my life, one might begin to wonder what it is that I could offer. Growing up in a white middle class life doesn’t generally afford the kind of drama required for lifetime movies or heart wrenching memoirs. This is where I tell you that things are not always what they seem. As cliché as that is, I suppose there is a reason for it. And so, dear reader, I begin to divulge the details of my life.
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