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Jun. 9th, 2003 11:03 pmWhee! I joined the Everwood Flash Fic challenge (you submit two pairings you'd like, get someone else's pairings, and have a certain amount of time to write). I think my piece going to be a bit silly. Can't wait to see the responses to my challenges, especially since I just randomly made one of them up because I only really wanted one but we had to have two.
So, graduation was fine. You know. Long talky ceremony. With stupid Susan Collins dissing on raw oysters, like, nobody gives a shit about your stupid story about oysters with Bush the First, especially when told in your annoying nasally "I couldn't be less of a Mainer if I tried" accent, okay? (Uhm, I like raw oysters.) She then went on to mention the "liberation" of Iraq. Several people did not stand for the ovation. I was one of them. Diss on one of my favourite foods and then be jingoistic if you must, but don't expect me to get up off my ass for you.
So, yes. Was v. annoyed with that. But the rest of the ceremony was nice, and the getting my diploma part was pretty sweet. It wasalmost as great as the graduation money I've gotten. Have spent so much time at amazon.com. Don't worry, I'm not being entirely selfish; I'm also getting gifts for the teachers who were especially helpful/supportive when I went back to high school. It was a pretty good experience. It could have been hell. Along with the awkwardness of being two years older than my fellow 2003ers, there could have been constant harrassment from my peers and ocndescension from my teachers. But I didn't get any of that. The kids were either friendly or indifferent, and all the teachers I interacted with were really great. I'm a little sad that I didn't get to graduate with the kids I grew up with, but I ended up in a good group.
And now I'm back living with Mom while I save up money for various things such as a car and an eventual move to Canada. I think things will be a lot better than they were last time. I'm so different now. I think I'll always be fighting against my own inertia, but the key word there is fighting. I think I can do it now, whereas before I was too depressed to bother, so most of the friction (physics metaphors rule) between Mom and me was about my stagnation. But this time, I'm getting a job, and working toward getting my license (which I can never spell on the first try, and I blame James Herriot), so it will be better.
And yes, this does mean that I have no reason to be posting this in my LJ instead of my Deadjournal. And I really should go back. I mean, I have more icons there, plus that amusing little Ewan McGregor mood theme. And I like it there, dammit. But . . . LJ seems to have worked its way into my system. Plus, all my friends are here, and it's easier for them to read my journal when it's right there on their Friends pages. So maybe I will move. But, if I do that, I'll have to move all of my entries from there to here. Because I am compulsive and can't stand the thought of not having them all in one place. So . . . help? Your thoughts?
So, graduation was fine. You know. Long talky ceremony. With stupid Susan Collins dissing on raw oysters, like, nobody gives a shit about your stupid story about oysters with Bush the First, especially when told in your annoying nasally "I couldn't be less of a Mainer if I tried" accent, okay? (Uhm, I like raw oysters.) She then went on to mention the "liberation" of Iraq. Several people did not stand for the ovation. I was one of them. Diss on one of my favourite foods and then be jingoistic if you must, but don't expect me to get up off my ass for you.
So, yes. Was v. annoyed with that. But the rest of the ceremony was nice, and the getting my diploma part was pretty sweet. It was
And now I'm back living with Mom while I save up money for various things such as a car and an eventual move to Canada. I think things will be a lot better than they were last time. I'm so different now. I think I'll always be fighting against my own inertia, but the key word there is fighting. I think I can do it now, whereas before I was too depressed to bother, so most of the friction (physics metaphors rule) between Mom and me was about my stagnation. But this time, I'm getting a job, and working toward getting my license (which I can never spell on the first try, and I blame James Herriot), so it will be better.
And yes, this does mean that I have no reason to be posting this in my LJ instead of my Deadjournal. And I really should go back. I mean, I have more icons there, plus that amusing little Ewan McGregor mood theme. And I like it there, dammit. But . . . LJ seems to have worked its way into my system. Plus, all my friends are here, and it's easier for them to read my journal when it's right there on their Friends pages. So maybe I will move. But, if I do that, I'll have to move all of my entries from there to here. Because I am compulsive and can't stand the thought of not having them all in one place. So . . . help? Your thoughts?
