October 2010
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In which.
Last night I described myself as feeling “very mature on the inside”, then followed up that comment half an hour later with a brief monologue on how music is “totally amazing”. It was ridiculous, and I’m ridiculous, and I totally got my ridiculous come-uppance for being such a pretentious jerk earlier in the evening.
Of course, I don’t feel mature on the...
September 2009
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Where I'm at right now.
I’m feeling bitter-sweet. Today brought good news and bad. I saw my doctor, and made a significant advance in my “transition” (which, by the way, is a fucked-up term that implies I’m not a woman already) which I was worried wouldn’t go through. So that’s great.
But then there’s this California thing. It was too much to hope that the CA Supreme Court...
Lapse.
There are large gaps in my memory because I am fucked in the brain. Everything before 10th grade is a blur, really, with only one day I can remember in its entirety: my 13th birthday.
I don’t know why. There’s no significance to it. It was a sad day, sure, but I’m told I had plenty of those. Still, I know the presents I got, and the order I enjoyed them, and the time my friends...
There are people following this blog now.
Which is absolutely fine — but I would like to take this opportunity to publicly state that I do not write anything for this diary with the intent of entertaining anyone else. I have other websites for that. If anything I write here bores you, I do not apologize and will bear you no malice if you un-follow/stop reading via. RSS.
That said, let’s move on to the meat of this post....
From "Excerpts from my résumé."
In addition to working almost two months sweeping the floor of a Burger King, I also once made @strutting type “Hahah” in an IM conversation, and he actually WRITES FOR MONEY so surely I deserve to be in your publication by association.”
You're an old soul.
I always hear this from people. Those types of people. The ones who look at your palms, or eyes or horoscopes and think they can know you inside and out with just that glance. The people that were so great with stuff like “friendship is important to you” but didn’t pick up that the wiring in my brain doesn’t match the stuff in my pants.
I’ve never heard anyone...
Abby isn't feeling well.
And of course I feel helpless, stuck across an ocean while I have to hope that she wakes up from her nap feeling better. It’s one thing to make it through the days apart when everything is fine — I can get by on Skype conversations as long as I don’t have to worry in between them — but not knowing what’s wrong and not being able to find out or help, that’s...
Things I could do on Sunday.
Attend the Southampton Council of Faiths’s Annual General Meeting.
Take pictures of the World Market on Southampton high street.
Photograph/take part in the Deloitte and Sailors’ Society Cycle 2008
The last one sounds like fun — although I’m not sure if I can keep up with bicycles when I’m just on a unicycle, or if the distance would be too much, or if I would...
People think you can just say the words "green...
A pretty good story.
I broke my nail clippers. So I thought I would have to buy a new pair of nail clippers. But then I looked in a suitcase and found an old pair of nail clippers. So I don’t have to buy new nail clippers.
Seriously, when you’re as agoraphobic as I am, this is a major fucking victory.
I want to buy a camera.
A Nikon D40 would be nice — it’s the cheapest DSLR around. It’s still too expensive though, probably. I can afford it right now, but certainly at some point down the road I will wish I had not spent that money.
I’ve been without a camera for a year, and while it hasn’t hurt me I have still found myself wishing I had one every now and then. I would like to be a...
17. Omit needless words.
That would be fine. I can do that. I’m no Hemingway (who is?) but my writing has a pace to it. I don’t bore you, I keep things moving, and I omit needless words.
When I can write.
Lately I can’t. I’m usually blessed with a prodigous output, but there’s a jam somewhere in the system. I don’t know what it is, which is worrying.
In America I wasn’t...
I have a love/hate relationship with my nose.
It’s good for smelling things, but it looks weird. I wouldn’t mind, but it changes day to day and I’d like a little more permanence. I glanced at a mirror a few seconds ago thought that it looked like a pig’s snout. I am 21 years old. This would be a terrible time in my life to realize that I have the a nose like a swine’s.
For one thing, I spent a small portion of...
Nachos or Popcorn?
“That’s your question? It isn’t a very good one.”
“I’ve been standing here for what feels like an eternity-”
“Well, that’s actually pretty close…”
“I’ve been standing here trying to choose something huge and important. The meaning of life, or why there’s evil in the world. ‘Why do we have to die?’...