...and, therefore, probably unreadable. Never quite had the knack for making what happened in my head make sense to anyone outside of it. Convinced, in fact, that that's the reason why Virginia Wolf's To the Lighthouse made me weep for days after I first read it. Ok, it was a beautiful book; perfectly conceived and executed; and that's all it takes for the waterworks to come on... Perfection, that's all. Heh. But, the further I got into that book the more I felt some hovering sense of loss. I think I knew at fifteen that my thought process was heading toward the incomprehensible.
Nice to know I had something resembling a clue back then, though. I read some old journals a few years ago and found myself beset by the rather disturbing urge to strangle myself. Oh, well. Times past. Dwelling. All that crap you're not supposed to do if you have a tendency toward major depressive episodes...
I should have posted an ellipsis-abuse-notice on this entry, I think. I don't have all that much to say (write?) and that always leads to unfinished thoughts. I've been away from my pretty, pretty lj for days, though, and I just hate to see all those empty spaces in my calendar. Even if my life is stripped down to the very basics of survival at the moment, I think I should still have something to show for it. Or something to say about it, at the very least.
I don't, though. The blues seem to be staying away. My fandoms are being massively entertaining. I'm applying and interviewing. I'm keeping busy otherwise by exploiting my cracking skills. That's pretty much it.
In completely unrelated news *g*, I've now got the newest version of Photoshop in my computer, so if anyone needs anything iconed; let me know.
Nice to know I had something resembling a clue back then, though. I read some old journals a few years ago and found myself beset by the rather disturbing urge to strangle myself. Oh, well. Times past. Dwelling. All that crap you're not supposed to do if you have a tendency toward major depressive episodes...
I should have posted an ellipsis-abuse-notice on this entry, I think. I don't have all that much to say (write?) and that always leads to unfinished thoughts. I've been away from my pretty, pretty lj for days, though, and I just hate to see all those empty spaces in my calendar. Even if my life is stripped down to the very basics of survival at the moment, I think I should still have something to show for it. Or something to say about it, at the very least.
I don't, though. The blues seem to be staying away. My fandoms are being massively entertaining. I'm applying and interviewing. I'm keeping busy otherwise by exploiting my cracking skills. That's pretty much it.
In completely unrelated news *g*, I've now got the newest version of Photoshop in my computer, so if anyone needs anything iconed; let me know.
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Reads fine to me, but then I don't have the most normal of thought processes :)
Want to join some of us for booze post-club tomorrow at my (and also now Sara's) place ?
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Either way, you're welcome to come along if you wish to break your hermitude :)