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I guess I'm going to be updating this after all.
It's funny—I was thinking about it today, and how little I post on this site. No one really knows me here, and I dont' think even the people I have friended know a ton about my life. Sort of funny. So, umm. I suppose I'll have to start updating this more often? Whatever.
If I'm going to, well. Quick primer, for those following along at home, or more specifically, a timeline of where my life is going/has been (because I only update once in a blue moon), and a cast of characters.
OUR CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Jenn: This would be me. I'm 21 (woo, legal drinking!) and I live in Mormonville. If you've never heard of Mormonville, well. You're probably not missing much. I'm majoring in chem at the local U. I read, I write, I cook an ungodly lot (hey, I'm really good at it!), and I'm trying to learn how to knit. In the meantime, though, I'm satisfied with playing NetHack and documenting my life through photos taken on my shitty camera phone. I have some mental health issues, mostly anxiety-related these days (though I also have some kind of mood disorder—just what, no one's quite sure). I keep a non-LJ-style blog at kickthehobbit.blogspot.com.
Zed: My best friend. Has been my best friend since December of 2007, when we talked on the phone for the first time and I realized that I was able to stay talking to him for hours at a time without running out of anything to say. We've been talking pretty much constantly since then, and even now, a year and a half after the whole, "WOO YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND" bit, five hour phone conversations are the norm. We don't run out of things to talk about, and I honestly have a really easy time communicating what I'm thinking/feeling with him (though he normally picks up on it, as I pick up on his moods). I feel closer to him than I have to anyone in a very long time, my ex-boyfriend included, and I've told him basically all the things I carry around in my head that I'd never told anyone else (details about my past that I hadn't shared with anyone, not even the people that had previously been told about it, and whatnot). He makes me laugh more than anyone else in my life; he makes me think, he's damned hot and a good partner. :3 And he teases me, but not meanly. He's pretty much awesome.
Heather: My other best friend (because you can never have too many, eh?). Anxious Hipster Girl. Occasionally uses me for free therapy, but I don't mind, because I can do the same with her. Has awesome taste in music, and is more than happy to share it with me; she's also an amazing photographer/graphic designer/general artist, and I'm envious of her skills. I'm teaching her how to cook, and she's teaching me about what indie bands I should know about/all about Blur and Blur-fandom/how to be social without being weird about it. Something of a lifesaver—I know I can call her when I'm going out of my head with omgcrazy, and she'll be happy to get coffee/distract me sufficiently till I'm back to normal, just as I do the same for her. We lean on each other pretty hard, but neither of us falls over. She's pretty neat.
Anyway! The timeline:
April 2007: I started working at the pet store, which is where my previous place of employment was.
November 2007: Zed, a good-ish friend from IRC, asks for my phone number. We start talking and really hit it off. I realize pretty quickly that I'm in love with him, which is awkward, because I'm in an extremely unhappy relationship with someone else, but I don't want to end that, because I don't want to leave my then-boyfriend for someone else . . . yeah. Messy and unpleasant on all sides.
March 2008: Zed tells me he's in love with me, and I start really trying to end things decently with my boyfriend.
July 2008: Zed comes to visit for a week, to escape some things that are going on back home, and to see the family that he has down here. We hit it off and get along better in person than we did online; I end up kissing him and tell my boyfriend about it; boyfriend dismisses it as being a one-time thing, we end up talking about it more, later, and I break up with boyfriend, stating emotional infidelity as the reason why. (Why yes, I am, in fact, probably a terrible person. No, there were a lot of really fucked up things about that relationship, neither party was innocent, and I don't really feel guilty for how things ended.)
August 2008: Things at my pet store job get worse and worse and worse; I and two other people end up leaving without giving notice.
December 2008: My grades are, um. Considerably better than what they've been in a long time. Parents stop bothering me about when I'm going to get a job.
January 2009: Heather and I really start talking, despite my having known her since I was seventeen (I actually met her the weekend before I got together with my ex, which is a little strange to think about—it doesn't feel like it's been that long), and after she loses her job/her roommates aren't terribly nice about the fact that she's home all the time when she's not in class, I start rescuing her. She realizes I'm not made of evil, as someone else had told her, and we hit it off really well. Cue a WONDERFUL FRIENDSHIPTM.
May 2009: Again, grades are much better than anyone expected; also, I've got a short story written that my writing prof/one of the girls thereof is pushing me to get published. I submit some stuff to a local 'zine and it gets accepted.
Which brings us rather neatly up to the present, and means I can probably talk about my life a little more clearly.
I want to keep this mostly-public, as my Dreamwidth is (kickthehobbit on there, but it's all writing stuff), so I don't think I'll be going into UBER DETAIL re: my mental health issues (HELLO possible bipolar diagnosis, you're what I've been avoiding forever, but at least you're not Borderline as my ex suggested) or where things are with Zed, but. Yes.
Pretty much the only news of tonight is that I finally, FINALLY found a decent place in SLC to get coffee at (SLC Roasting Company; I had a cappuccino there tonight that was basically perfect), and OH MY GOD VNV NATION IS PLAYING AT THE MURRAY THEATER ON THE THIRD OF JULY. :D :D :D Zed called me and told me—or rather, told Heather, as she answered my phone for me while I was driving. I am totally going to see them, even if it means prostituting myself in order to get money for tickets. Not that I should have to (hello, job! :D), but still. AMAZING.
Oh! And I found Black Jack/clove gum. I've been looking for it to ship to Zed for ages, and tonight I finally found it. Go team me.
What's the news from your part of the world, oh Journalfen flist?
It's funny—I was thinking about it today, and how little I post on this site. No one really knows me here, and I dont' think even the people I have friended know a ton about my life. Sort of funny. So, umm. I suppose I'll have to start updating this more often? Whatever.
If I'm going to, well. Quick primer, for those following along at home, or more specifically, a timeline of where my life is going/has been (because I only update once in a blue moon), and a cast of characters.
OUR CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Jenn: This would be me. I'm 21 (woo, legal drinking!) and I live in Mormonville. If you've never heard of Mormonville, well. You're probably not missing much. I'm majoring in chem at the local U. I read, I write, I cook an ungodly lot (hey, I'm really good at it!), and I'm trying to learn how to knit. In the meantime, though, I'm satisfied with playing NetHack and documenting my life through photos taken on my shitty camera phone. I have some mental health issues, mostly anxiety-related these days (though I also have some kind of mood disorder—just what, no one's quite sure). I keep a non-LJ-style blog at kickthehobbit.blogspot.com.
Zed: My best friend. Has been my best friend since December of 2007, when we talked on the phone for the first time and I realized that I was able to stay talking to him for hours at a time without running out of anything to say. We've been talking pretty much constantly since then, and even now, a year and a half after the whole, "WOO YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND" bit, five hour phone conversations are the norm. We don't run out of things to talk about, and I honestly have a really easy time communicating what I'm thinking/feeling with him (though he normally picks up on it, as I pick up on his moods). I feel closer to him than I have to anyone in a very long time, my ex-boyfriend included, and I've told him basically all the things I carry around in my head that I'd never told anyone else (details about my past that I hadn't shared with anyone, not even the people that had previously been told about it, and whatnot). He makes me laugh more than anyone else in my life; he makes me think, he's damned hot and a good partner. :3 And he teases me, but not meanly. He's pretty much awesome.
Heather: My other best friend (because you can never have too many, eh?). Anxious Hipster Girl. Occasionally uses me for free therapy, but I don't mind, because I can do the same with her. Has awesome taste in music, and is more than happy to share it with me; she's also an amazing photographer/graphic designer/general artist, and I'm envious of her skills. I'm teaching her how to cook, and she's teaching me about what indie bands I should know about/all about Blur and Blur-fandom/how to be social without being weird about it. Something of a lifesaver—I know I can call her when I'm going out of my head with omgcrazy, and she'll be happy to get coffee/distract me sufficiently till I'm back to normal, just as I do the same for her. We lean on each other pretty hard, but neither of us falls over. She's pretty neat.
Anyway! The timeline:
April 2007: I started working at the pet store, which is where my previous place of employment was.
November 2007: Zed, a good-ish friend from IRC, asks for my phone number. We start talking and really hit it off. I realize pretty quickly that I'm in love with him, which is awkward, because I'm in an extremely unhappy relationship with someone else, but I don't want to end that, because I don't want to leave my then-boyfriend for someone else . . . yeah. Messy and unpleasant on all sides.
March 2008: Zed tells me he's in love with me, and I start really trying to end things decently with my boyfriend.
July 2008: Zed comes to visit for a week, to escape some things that are going on back home, and to see the family that he has down here. We hit it off and get along better in person than we did online; I end up kissing him and tell my boyfriend about it; boyfriend dismisses it as being a one-time thing, we end up talking about it more, later, and I break up with boyfriend, stating emotional infidelity as the reason why. (Why yes, I am, in fact, probably a terrible person. No, there were a lot of really fucked up things about that relationship, neither party was innocent, and I don't really feel guilty for how things ended.)
August 2008: Things at my pet store job get worse and worse and worse; I and two other people end up leaving without giving notice.
December 2008: My grades are, um. Considerably better than what they've been in a long time. Parents stop bothering me about when I'm going to get a job.
January 2009: Heather and I really start talking, despite my having known her since I was seventeen (I actually met her the weekend before I got together with my ex, which is a little strange to think about—it doesn't feel like it's been that long), and after she loses her job/her roommates aren't terribly nice about the fact that she's home all the time when she's not in class, I start rescuing her. She realizes I'm not made of evil, as someone else had told her, and we hit it off really well. Cue a WONDERFUL FRIENDSHIPTM.
May 2009: Again, grades are much better than anyone expected; also, I've got a short story written that my writing prof/one of the girls thereof is pushing me to get published. I submit some stuff to a local 'zine and it gets accepted.
Which brings us rather neatly up to the present, and means I can probably talk about my life a little more clearly.
I want to keep this mostly-public, as my Dreamwidth is (kickthehobbit on there, but it's all writing stuff), so I don't think I'll be going into UBER DETAIL re: my mental health issues (HELLO possible bipolar diagnosis, you're what I've been avoiding forever, but at least you're not Borderline as my ex suggested) or where things are with Zed, but. Yes.
Pretty much the only news of tonight is that I finally, FINALLY found a decent place in SLC to get coffee at (SLC Roasting Company; I had a cappuccino there tonight that was basically perfect), and OH MY GOD VNV NATION IS PLAYING AT THE MURRAY THEATER ON THE THIRD OF JULY. :D :D :D Zed called me and told me—or rather, told Heather, as she answered my phone for me while I was driving. I am totally going to see them, even if it means prostituting myself in order to get money for tickets. Not that I should have to (hello, job! :D), but still. AMAZING.
Oh! And I found Black Jack/clove gum. I've been looking for it to ship to Zed for ages, and tonight I finally found it. Go team me.
What's the news from your part of the world, oh Journalfen flist?
