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don't get the wrong impression. my parents are the bestest parents out there. if otherwise, i wouldn't have come back. i just don't want to make too comfortable a habit out of coming back, at this time of day.

yes, okay, random thoughts are kind of what journals are for. i was just having an existential sort of day, annoyed at my continued procrastination on those other stories. i'm "better" now. thank you for reading.

i bought clothes! yay! it's nice to have a little extra money again. even if it does entail more frequent occasions of my mom encouraging me to get a higher-paying job, and not to count on writing for anything because i haven't written anything up to now, have i?

it's only a year, it's only a year (or less)...

Sometimes I think of something and want to write it here, but then I stop because I can see it fitting into, or being part of, or being entirely, a story I could Write (in the Real World. no, the REAL world). So I don't tell you what I thought about during the car rides to and from Children's Hospital every week when I was four, and I don't tell you about the first time my grandmother met a radio, and I don't tell you the story of the oasis (though bits of that have leaked in conversation here and there; it's been what, five years now since i had the dream). This tendency to stifle is amplified by the recent discoveries by several other medianstrip people that their medianstrip stories were plagiarized by certain livejournallers.

And then I am dissatisfied that this journal has no purpose except to talk about Me Me Me, whatever scattered thoughts I have been thinking today, like THESE ONES that I am typing RIGHT NOW. and aside from the fact that they are my idle thoughts and no one else's, what is the point of them?

Nor have I managed to Write any of those stories yet, either. That might help, if I had some real news. The only thing I have of interest today, is that I've discovered that the Rocketship Park, of my medianstrip article, has an official website. in case you want to actually see what the place looks like.

"what i really want to do, is travel the world, and photograph it, and write about it,"

spake my rightbrain.

Quoth my leftbrain,

"Prove it."

see? wasn't that fun?! i hope they keep it. firefly! fridays! 8pm! fox! 2-4-6-8, who do we appreciate? joss! joss! jossssssss WHEDON!

20 September 2002 part second: franchise cheerleader

gather round and let's all watch Joss "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" Whedon's new series tonight! 8 pm on fox. space in the future, just after a civil war, all humans, no aliens anywhere. go firefly go!

20 September 2002: moony

Something about a full moon rising in the evening, pale orange low in the dark blue and brightening to silver in the black, makes me not care how bad the traffic is on the way home; I'm content just to inch along and look at the moon and think about how many other people have observed it in how many different situations through time.

but i'm odd that way.

I'm getting a new office at work! bigger! taller ceiling! in the more interesting building! more room for my stuff! no word on whether it comes with a raise though.

fun, regardless. moving! everywhere!

My DSL is on. It has been since Wednesday, but I didn't feel I had anything to add. I wanted to hear beautiful music, the mystery of the necessity of the colors of sadness, and else silence. no more talking, not that day.

I might finish unpacking pretty soon. Part of the problem is finding somewhere to put all the things left in my room after I moved out last time. The only pieces of furniture I kept in there, for this round, are my tall skinny bookcase that I finished myself, and one of the short ones.

my DSL ought to be fully functional Real Soon Now.

moved. not yet completely unpacked. DSL not yet up. dialup is VERY VERY SLOW now to my spoiled self. but better than nothing.

and i still haven't told all my magazines/memberships/banks yet that i've moved. my picture belongs in the dictionary illustrating "procrastination".

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