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[Dec. 26th, 2009|01:45 am] |
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happy christmas, everyone. how goes?
my flight went well. four hours to Washington DC, first. slept for two of them, watched BBC Earth and Up afterward. Up is sad shit in the beginning, man. I can't even say that nobody warned me, because I already knew what happened. but watching it was another thing. thanks, Pixar. asshole.
then it was just under two hours in a tiny hopper plane to Manchester, where my family and a dunkin donuts coffee awaited me. oh, and fucking cold weather.
christmas was good. got some stuff, all of which I've either casually wanted or actually needed.
my grandfather spoke about his own inevitable (self-provoked) death and it freaked me out.
saw my four-year-old godson and played a very obscure game of Chutes and Ladders with him. neither of us knew the rules so we sort of made our own. out of all the little people he could be on the board, he chose the piece with the asian girl on it. he made me be the little black boy. children and intuition are fascinating together.
found out my father recently finally got married. cool, glad I was important enough to call and inform. wonder if he can support a new family by being a gravedigger. probably not. I'll pretend I don't give a fuck and all will be well, yeah?
now, I'm drinking hot chocolate and watching War of the Worlds (1953) on the telly. also feeling sick. food has not been agreeing all day, and I'm congested and kind of achey.
on new years, I demand blinding amounts of tequila.
sleeeepy. |
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[Dec. 25th, 2009|01:13 am] |
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So. I've been thinking.
Anyone who knows me knows I regularly go through intense fits of obsession with various things. Sometimes completely new things I've just stumbled across, sometimes old old fandoms I've been in for years and have somehow experienced a fierce rekindling of my love for.
'Scuse me if I type sentences that don't make much sense, by the way. It's late. I'm tired. I stay up too late every night on the internets. But hopefully you understand what I'm getting at, and if not, feel free to razz me about it. :P
Anyway, my point is (no, not dolphins) that new fandoms are awesome, and so is nostalgia.
Particularly when they're unexpectedly combined. Nostalgic new fandom, an oxymoron, you say? I think not. It tends to happen, you see, when you weren't even aware that you loved that random thing from your past that much, nor were you aware that it was part of a still-surviving series.
I know I'm talking to the wind here, but has anyone else ever heard of Simon the Sorcerer?
( Blah blah blah swamp stew blah blah. )
You know, I think I had a point in there somewhere, but it got lost halfway through... oh well, hope you enjoyed my babbling. |
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[Dec. 18th, 2009|05:49 pm] |
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I'm honestly considering putting more stock into my dreamwidth account and just crossposting the entries over to this journal. I've had this journal for a pretty damn long time, but Idunno. I keep hearing stuff. stuff I'm not sure I like.
I need the internet back first, of course.
I'm flying out on the 24th. I leave around 9:30 in the morning, west coast time. I have a two hour layover in washington d.c., then on to new hampshire. I'll be landing in manchester at around 6:30p.m. eastern time. I'll be flying back on the 28th, at 1:30 (et) in the afternoon. three hours of fuck-all in newark, new jersey, then homeward to LAX, touching down at around 9:00p.m.
I'm sort of excited. I guess.
thanks for advice on the last post, guys. words of support are golden to me right now. I'm not ignoring them; i'm just thinking. I'll formulate responses soon. |
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[Dec. 16th, 2009|09:22 pm] |
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I am not well these days. I talk a lot but in the end, seriously, who is even listening? why do I bother masking what I'm actually thinking with other thoughts that people would rather just skim over?
there it is. it's out there. I'm not well. the time-bomb is back with a vengeance.
how does one go about repairing shattered confidence? don't fucking baby me; that's not what I'm looking for. I'm looking for honest, true advice. sit down, pat me on the back, and give me a goddamn pointer because I'm fucking lost right now. one girl managed to make every sliver of confidence I feel sour. she made it so that every time I'm proud of myself or something I achieve or my looks or what I say, my dry-heaving inner reaction to it is 'cj, you're being a fucking narcissist. stop. you aren't that great."
and I need to fix that.
having constant love by my side helps. it helps so well. |
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