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Jul. 15th, 2004 05:39 pmI accidentally kicked myself off the screen. Okay, now for something more coordinated.
Was writing in my paper journal earlier, writing about the really stupid, trivial things that trip me up if I don't pay some attention to them. Like the price of Kleenex!. Oh, boy.
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hp_icons which is a lot better here than it is at GJ, but there are so many posts, that it clogs up my friends page. So I guess I'll have to scrap it and just go there once in a while to catch any good ones.
Not much going on--I'm reluctant to talk about my life, as it makes me feel uncomfortable to think about it. It's like your grandparent asking you, "what are you going to do with your life?" And you have no clue, know you're just a goof. :( Bleh, I keep remembering people telling me I was just a screwup, but even if that helped it be so, that I'm mucking up, my life is still my responsibility. I have to make something of it. Not just be a success in business, that will come if it will come. But be a success in my relationships, be the least rotten I can be, be the greatest best I can. Um, if that's a real combination of words. :p
Duh, I'm getting the hang of changing my icons with the dropdown menu in the comment or entries box, instead of going to 'manage userpics'. Duh, I'm backward with modern developments.
The weather has been a bit kinder--I really really really really hate hot humid weather, or just raher warm and humid. It makes me feel damp all of the blinking time. I'm not crazy about freezing weather, but I'm learning to deal with that better.
Packing up stuff at my mom's house, I remember I used to keep some photo albums with pics of things I wanted in them. I got as obsessed with that as I did lately with collecting icons. I had way too much stuff, but it was just so--mandatory or something. Couldn't let go.
Was writing in my paper journal earlier, writing about the really stupid, trivial things that trip me up if I don't pay some attention to them. Like the price of Kleenex!. Oh, boy.
I had joined
hp_icons which is a lot better here than it is at GJ, but there are so many posts, that it clogs up my friends page. So I guess I'll have to scrap it and just go there once in a while to catch any good ones.Not much going on--I'm reluctant to talk about my life, as it makes me feel uncomfortable to think about it. It's like your grandparent asking you, "what are you going to do with your life?" And you have no clue, know you're just a goof. :( Bleh, I keep remembering people telling me I was just a screwup, but even if that helped it be so, that I'm mucking up, my life is still my responsibility. I have to make something of it. Not just be a success in business, that will come if it will come. But be a success in my relationships, be the least rotten I can be, be the greatest best I can. Um, if that's a real combination of words. :p
Duh, I'm getting the hang of changing my icons with the dropdown menu in the comment or entries box, instead of going to 'manage userpics'. Duh, I'm backward with modern developments.
The weather has been a bit kinder--I really really really really hate hot humid weather, or just raher warm and humid. It makes me feel damp all of the blinking time. I'm not crazy about freezing weather, but I'm learning to deal with that better.
Packing up stuff at my mom's house, I remember I used to keep some photo albums with pics of things I wanted in them. I got as obsessed with that as I did lately with collecting icons. I had way too much stuff, but it was just so--mandatory or something. Couldn't let go.
