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Jan. 4th, 2004 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehSo. Long time, no blog.
New Year's came and went. It never means much to me--it's just the day when I have to start remembering new numbers. But that happens every month, so that's not even that big of a deal. It's certainly not the time I try to be all introspective and stuff, because I can barely remember the person I was one year ago. I don't think I was much different than I am now; feel free to disagree. I never remember resolutions to follow them, so that's out, too. The day was really only memorable for the opportunity to have a party. Am proud to say that I kicked butt at MarioKart, but shamed to admit that I have lost my touch at Super Smash Bros. Have now seen Robin Hood: Men in Tights, which was amusing, and A Mighty Wind, which was amusing but definitely inferior to Best in Show. I kept picking people out and saying "hey, weren't they that person?" And I was generally right. Not that it was difficult to pick out or anything, but... yeah.
Not much has been happening, really, which is my excuse for the long time no blog. The stuff that I would want to write down isn't really blog material, although I don't know why I'm concerned about self-editing, since very, very few people actually care about this/read it/whatever.
Maybe the issue I'm having is the difference between who I am and can be, and who I want to be. The I am doesn't seem all that interesting. The I want to be would have people reading her blog because it was well-written and insightful and worth reading, not because I'm the one writing it. On the other hand, the I want to be probably wouldn't be in the same situation that I'm in now, and my present circumstances are rather comfortable.
The point is moot anyway. I'll never be that person, because that's not who I am, so I'll just have to deal with being me. And rather boring.
New Year's came and went. It never means much to me--it's just the day when I have to start remembering new numbers. But that happens every month, so that's not even that big of a deal. It's certainly not the time I try to be all introspective and stuff, because I can barely remember the person I was one year ago. I don't think I was much different than I am now; feel free to disagree. I never remember resolutions to follow them, so that's out, too. The day was really only memorable for the opportunity to have a party. Am proud to say that I kicked butt at MarioKart, but shamed to admit that I have lost my touch at Super Smash Bros. Have now seen Robin Hood: Men in Tights, which was amusing, and A Mighty Wind, which was amusing but definitely inferior to Best in Show. I kept picking people out and saying "hey, weren't they that person?" And I was generally right. Not that it was difficult to pick out or anything, but... yeah.
Not much has been happening, really, which is my excuse for the long time no blog. The stuff that I would want to write down isn't really blog material, although I don't know why I'm concerned about self-editing, since very, very few people actually care about this/read it/whatever.
Maybe the issue I'm having is the difference between who I am and can be, and who I want to be. The I am doesn't seem all that interesting. The I want to be would have people reading her blog because it was well-written and insightful and worth reading, not because I'm the one writing it. On the other hand, the I want to be probably wouldn't be in the same situation that I'm in now, and my present circumstances are rather comfortable.
The point is moot anyway. I'll never be that person, because that's not who I am, so I'll just have to deal with being me. And rather boring.
