so the deal is that I am in a bit of a online journal limbo. I have returned to livejournal for a number of reasons, but I am not convinced that I want to stay.
I fleshed the journal out a bit by copy/pasting a few entries from the other journal (100 things about me, coming soon) just for the sake of making it a little more lived in, and getting used to the presentation.
I will play for a while, and decide eventually. who knows, maybe I'll make friends and end up keeping both. we'll see.
I fleshed the journal out a bit by copy/pasting a few entries from the other journal (100 things about me, coming soon) just for the sake of making it a little more lived in, and getting used to the presentation.
I will play for a while, and decide eventually. who knows, maybe I'll make friends and end up keeping both. we'll see.
Winter is my favorite season. It is entirely inconvenient, and contributes to my mood swings, but I love it nonetheless.
Winter is s seasonal representation of the solitude that I value so highly in my own mind. Independence is important to me, I place an incredible value on it. I am not entirely sure why. If forced to come up with a reason I would go back to being a kid, I suppose, where I wasn't allowed to make any decisions about my life as a whole. This does, of course, make sense. What 10 year old child is qualified to make decisions that affect the rest of their life? The reason I credit my need for independence to my 10 year old denial of it is because I developed such a resentment of my parents for not allowing me to choose what school I would go to when we moved.I suppose that bit of anger could even be given credit for me going to university across the country.