Omnivore:

For the uninitiated: I live in a medium-sized rural Australian town. I don't have much to do with people around my age, because they work and live in different circles and I'm not interested in sports or drinking, the two main pastimes in this town. (Also I'm a borderline hikkikomori and their conversations keep throwing me into Single Female Nerd Rage but anyeeewaaaay). I'm more exposed to the older people that my mother works with. I'm pretty chillaxed, but honestly, they're starting to wear me down.

The incident when this became evident still makes me too angry to type about it so I'll stick with this morning. I dropped by the local library and was initiated into a conversation, and the lady I had been introduced to led in with 'I heard you're a computer whizz! Now the thing about young people these days is that they're so clever!'

I was expecting her to wrangle computer advice out of me and her statement took me by surprise. I haven't heard any person in her age bracket or above state anything so positive about young people since I moved here.

And then she went on to describe how using computers made everything easier and you don't have to be as accurate any more.

I'm not sure that she intended it as a backhanded compliment. I tried explaining that we know what we're raised with, poorly, with a silly anecdote about being flummoxed when confronted with a manual twin-tub washing machine, but she just didn't seem to get it.

The amount of ranting and raving about young people and modern society and how much easier I have it that than they do, that they subject me to with no irony whatsoever, is astounding. Yeah yeah the 'walked in the snow uphill both ways' thing has been a tradition since ancient Greece, but some of them essentially insult me to my face.

Why do they do it? Do they think I'm a bubblegum-chewing punk? (Never mind the fact I'm closer to 30 than 20...) Do they not realise how rude they sound? Am I the youngest person around and I don't immediately make a getaway so they assume I'm fair game to listen to their grievances?

Then another old person who I had been assured was an intellectual burst into the library, asked where the porn was and told an illegal immigrant joke and SIGH... Maybe I'll illegally immigrate to Victoria, hide out under Stush's cats.

I should friends-lock this I guess, but considering everyone in this town keeps saying they're so crap with computers...

I have been disgustingly spaced out the last five days. Let me tell you what I had to do tonight, in order to make any progress in the things I need to do before tomorrow--I wrote a list of EVERYTHING (ranging from 'clean the floor like you did that one time' to 'turn the radio on') and I am forcing myself to go through it one item at a time. I am about a quarter of the way through and I'm finding myself checking the list constantly as I'm in the middle of tasks. ಠ_ಠ

I have no idea what is going on. My preferred brand of vitamins came in the mail at last and I'm hoping to hell they will help. XI

At least drawing is going okay?!?!?! sigh

It's been six months or so, hasn't it? Time for another RL post.

I've found a course worth studying and I've enrolled via Open University. It starts next week; hopefully, this will go a little more smoothly than the last attempts. The course head was far more helpful than most of the university lecturers in my recent memory, which is a promising start.

I've spent my free time working on the fan project (fan fiction is BLOODY HARD, why do you think so much of it is bad?) and watching my Japanese animes. Tiger & Bunny has claimed another victim and I've been plowing through the tag on Pixiv, though I don't really ship any of it (except this natch).

I've made friends with the dog (a wide-eyed Fox Terrier) and she is sitting on my lap because she is an attention whore like that. She's lovely, but needs a bath. My nose hurts.

It's my birthday in ten days. I don't want anything except ridiculous fanart relevant to my interests. Or money! Money is swell. I'll be twenty-seven years old. I genuinely wonder if most of the people hanging around me on the internet would still do so if they realised I'm so old, but bugger it.

I recall when I got a Livejournal ten years ago that I called it 'seventeen' because I was turning seventeen, and seventeen was my favourite number, and I was feeling lucky! That year turned out to be the prelude to an utterly wretched period of my life that left gross scars on my psyche, but hey, at least I survived to my new favourite number. Here's a sturdy middle-finger salute to the universe.

I'm aware that I've fallen off everybody's radar. I still yell at Twitter occasionally (not much because real-life family acquaintances have found it OTL), but I refuse to sign onto my old MSN account because I had signed up for OK Cupid in a lapse of judgement and used that as my main contact (lol), and FUCK FACEBOOK, FUCK IT IN THE EAR.

I don't feel prepared to come back to society at the moment, I guess. I haven't said much about last year, but suffice to say it was arse, and I was a misery sack by the end of it. The trip to Japan (I still gotta post those photos huh) and the time afterwards has helped a lot! I've also lost 10 kg and am still losing weight, which matters to everyone else for some reason. I'll pop up again eventually, just give me a bit.

I feel like saying more, but I think that's borne out of procrastination rather than anything useful to say. See you back here in another six months???

As part of a currently super-seekrit project I'm going to be throwing the book of unfulfilled design ideas and ditching the whining and Imma learning me some PROGRAMMING.

I may have gone overboard borrowing textbooks from the library at work. I had to catch a taxi home.

Someone has reassured me that RDR gets awesome again after the mission I'm about to do, thank goodness. But first, I've got work to do. :3

I still need to buy a replacement laptop (and this Acer laptop I'm borrowing is terribly designed, good lord). I'm planning on hunting around the city for a cheap eeePC or equivalent, and spending the time and money to get a beefy PC when I'm more inclined.

I'm not about to jump around screaming I'M CURED of the terrible-ass mood I was in for the last two months, but I feel pretty good atm. *bro-grabs self*