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Thursday, February 3rd, 2005
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12:46 pm
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I still have this, don't I.
Perhaps it's time to start using it again, instead of just reading FW with it. Because, it's mine after all, and I may as well use it.
More to come soon, for I hate a wasted space.
current mood: not snarky, for once
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| Monday, June 9th, 2003
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4:21 pm
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...and so, having re-disposed of the monster, exit our hero through the front door, stage right.
WHY have I abandoned any internet use for weeks? Was I going off to search for some sort of inner peace that I can't attain while surrounded by rabid internet people? Was I working my tail off at a thankless job that kept me away from my home for hours and then made me so exhausted that I could only sleep? Did I go on a long spiritual journey to FIND myself? Did I get bored with the whole thing?
Maybe sorta. More accurately, my brother finished with school and promptly took over the computer. Then my grandfather arrived in town, and HE uses the 'net more than my brother ever thought to. He even stays on longer than I do (playing games at stupid Yahoo). As a consequence I've barely touched or even looked at the computer in weeks. When I have, I didn't come here. When I do come here, I almost feel like I'm having an affair, cheating on my primary journal. Shame on me.
I wish that I had a long and wise update full of interesting anecdotes about my exploits since I last wrote. I wish that I could say that I met the man of my dreams and ran away with him to the Bahamas to get married. I wish that I could say that I bought a new shirt or had lunch at Subway, but alas. My life's just too damned boring sometimes, so I cannot say any of those things.
I did clean out my bedroom and move to a new room (temporarily). I did find a part-time job (weekend only, blasted thing), and will be searching for a second one in the days to come. I read six books. I wrote dozens of pages in my actual paper journal. I took nearly a hundred photographs. Now I'm both anxious for classes to start up again and dreading that day, for I still have no money for school. I need to get a loan, but because I was massively stupid, I didn't file my FAFSA forms until late May and haven't heard from them yet. I need to finish school and find a job.
I really, really want the next Harry Potter book. Really, really, really. I need new clothes. I want new lithium batteries for my camera. I need new shoes. Before I can begin any of these purchases, however, I need to earn some money. I hate and detest money and the people who have all of it. Honestly, what does one person need with seven billion dollars? That's more than enough to live in complete and total comfort for the rest of one's life, and then some. So WHY can't I come up with thirteen thousand with which to finish my last year of undergraduate studies at a relatively inexpensive university? Life just isn't fair, but oh well. I suppose it's better than the alternative.
current mood: discontent
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| Wednesday, May 28th, 2003
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3:24 pm - Fandom Thoughts - LONG
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I've spent the last hour wandering around the 'net and reading various pieces of some of the latest controversies and so-called wars related to the ever-entertaining Harry Potter fandom. Silly little children's books, you say? Ha. Yeah, and World War II was a little disagreement. Seriously though, these books might have started out as so-called children's books, but they inspired thousands (millions maybe) of people to plunge into the wide world of fanfiction, and the perilous world of fandom.
( Mine own little fandom history )
Still with me? Good.
Now, I don't really consider myself as truly part of the Harry Potter fandom. I don't write stories (not any that I've submitted anyway), nor do I don't participate in discussions (except for the Author Recommendations thread on Fiction Alley's boards). I do read several on-going fics, and will occasionally read a one-shot that sounds interesting...I don't always review them, because I'm a bad, evil non-reviewing reader - will flog self later. I know enough about the fandom itself to know that there are certain sites that I don't want to touch with the proverbial ten foot pole, and others that I love to visit.
What amuses and confuses me endlessly is the fact that this enormous fandom still manages to piss off itself so thoroughly. It's like living in New York City or London, and still always managing to throw spitballs at the same people every day. People deliberately seek out things that piss them off, and I'm not sure why. I'm strongly reminded of the first Matrix film, in which Agent Smith said something about humans not being able to handle the perfect first Matrix, because they needed to be miserable. DO people just need to be irritated by things? DO the people who want Harry and Ginny to get married really have to go and pick on the people who just want Harry and Draco to have hot monkey sex? No. But they do anyway, and this puzzles me.
I don't know. I'm hungry, and sorta dazed (cold medicine can be so much FUN!), so this migh not make sense. But, this is my journal, and if I want to make no sense, 'tis my right :)
Also, hello to the people who friended me. And to the people that I friended, who might not friend me back. I'm terribly fond of adding journals that I think look intereting to my own friends list, and I don't expect people to add me back...but when they do, I could do cartwheels of joy *grins*
current music: Lawnmower, in A Flat
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| Tuesday, May 27th, 2003
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11:01 pm - Ramblings from the Nyquillishly Gifted
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Yes, I've been swilling cold medicine. Fear me, and all my descendants. Not that there will be any of those.
I used to update my journal at least once every single day (we're talking about the archaic LiveJournal here), sometimes many more than that. I still obsessively check my LJ friends list at least twice (if I can), if not more than that. I'm utterly obsessed by the lives of these thirty-some people, most of whom I have NEVER met. I imagine that all of us who feel compelled to keep an online journal must have some sort of voyeuristic/exhibitionist tendencies. Otherwise, we wouldn't plaster our thoughts about on the internet where anybody can stumble upon them. Even the so-called locked posts aren't truly safe if a persistent (and evidently very bored) hacker got a firm hold on one's journal. Or maybe it's something to the effect of our parents just not paying enough attention to us when we were children (and I found that quote on an episode of The Real World/Road Rules Battle of the Sexes - am utterly shameless, I swear - I even still own my old copies of New Kids on the Block and Milli Vanilli tapes...no Vanilla Ice though - said I was shameless, not brainless), and this is why we're nancing about on the internet saying things like Look at meeee! I have AnGsT!!!1!@!! This is not to say that the angst isn't real, nor is it to make light of anybody's problems in life.
So where am I going with this thought? Heaven only knows. I just know that I felt the need to write, and to address an issue that's been on my mind for a while. For whatever reason, I never wanted to address said issues before. I think that I had some sort of idea that it would be offensive to the people on my LJ friends list.
But I'm not on LJ anymore, am I. *smirks*
'Snarky' is a mood!!!!!!!! And so is 'EVIL'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *loves JF even more*
current mood: irritated
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8:42 pm - All right, I give.
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LiveJournal hates me. It hates me, and it wants me to die a slow and bloody death. HA. The feeling's mutual, die LJ, die. I'll hide out here, in my spiffy new journal (that I've had and not written in for weeks...for shame).
So. I don't write in this journal much at all. I wanted it primarily for the purpose of being able to follow fandom_wank (which I was thrilled to re-find), but since I have it, I might as well use it. So here I am. Nobody really knows me, but that's fine. Either I'll start becoming more active in the JF world, or I won't. I don't see either thing as much of a problem.
So what am I going to do with it? Write out my own little happy thoughts about different various things? Perhaps I'll finally stop being the eternal and immortal lurker in the different fandoms that I'm so very fond of. Perhaps I'll make some new friends who have some of the same interests as I do (*note to self - write interests*).
Or maybe I'll just bitch about my university roommate and the weather, like I did for most of the last year :-)
Edited to Add: Ah! The moods here are MUCH more superior and amusing than the LiveJournal ones. Bwa ha ha, take that, inferior, soul money-sucking LJ.
current mood: dirty
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