It's not really a big deal
May. 14th, 2011 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gbIt'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???
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???
