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qowf, the looking back meme.
I think it largely appeals to me because I'm probably younger than the meme intends, and I don't get to feel young very often anymore, and I think it's funny to seriously ruminate on what I was doing in 1984. (later, I observe) also, the intervals get kind of silly as it goes on. I don't think I'm ready to have a retrospective on quite so much of my life yet. But, it was amusing.
I'm giving Dave's answers to this in italics. They're amusing because he's even younger than me. Also, being unaccustomed to lj memes that start out cool and then just freaking go on and on, he gets pretty amusingly fed up by the end. To the point that I wouldn't print some of his comments. Watch the middle for me learning some disturbing things about our early relationship!
Come on, can you get this kind of drama anywhere else???
20 years ago, I...
1) enrolled in kindergarten.
2) learned to write cursive.
3) wore knee socks with shorts.
4) had only two sisters.
was sleeping in a bedroom with a big rainbow painted on the wall. Hell, you could say the same thing five years later. And actually, 1994 too.
15 years ago, I...
1) started wearing a bra
2) got braces
3) finally learned to hate school
4) started to get intimations that puberty was going to totally suck.
5) began to have issues with my weight
6) began to have issues with my self-esteem
7) wrote my first short story.
I would wear a bright orange polo shirt with brown shorts. And I also would rollerskate around the park while my sister played softball, wearing a propeller beanie.
10 years ago, I...
1) was a sophomore at Emma Willard
2) began to realize that my mom was full of shit about me being fat
3) took my first creative writing class and wrote several short stories
4) went on a class trip to Greece, the first time I'd ever left North America
5) discovered pop music
In early '94, I had already given up on being socially accepted. Also, I had textbook covers my mom had made of the same fabric that she made my ties out of. And I thought that was pretty cool.
5 years ago, I...
I'm going to give you dave's answer first because it's way funnier.
1999? That was my first documented case of being drunk. They took me out when I quit my co-op in Lower Manhattan. I was 19. They took me down to the East Village and we stumbled around looking for a hamburger joint because we were too tired to go to a strip club. ...
I miss the dot-com boom. That was a good time to be a computer geek.
... At least I wasn't being paid in fucking stock options.
1) I was in college, a sophomore.
2) dumped my first lover. Who lived in France.
3) dated my first certifiable asshole boyfriend. Actually, make that only. I still read his IM away messages sometimes and laugh.
4) threw up from drinking for the first time (a beer, some peach schnapps, some more beer, a vodka shot, another beer, some more schnapps, another beer, and a Coke. I blame the Coke.)
5) had a roommate taking Abnormal Psych with whom I would sit and diagnose the problems of everyone we knew. Including the asshole boyfriend. Who she had also dated. Yeah, we were really dysfunctional.
4 years ago, I...
1) spent my first summer away from home and lived independently off my own income, except that mom still bought me clothes and paid for the car insurance.
2) turned 21 too late to party on New Year's. Spent New Year's with my Mom at home on the couch.
3) worked in the library for the summer, and didn't read one book.
4) discovered just how dysfunctional the aforementioned roommate was when she flipped out, went nuts, and left me stuck with the rent.
5) embarked for serious on a long, sad, lonely spell of being either the third or fifth wheel in every single possible situation.
what, it goes year by year? I thought we were done! Ok, in 2000 I had blown all the money I'd earned as a computer geek in the dot-com boom and spent the summer unemployed, and not seeking work.
That summer, I learned Esperanto.
3 years ago, I...
1) worked in a convenience store and hated it.
2) was still single, still the third wheel, and still lonely
3) won a fiction contest with a short story that I made into a hyperfiction. $1000 cash, yo. Only thing I've ever won in my life.
4) got into fencing. Sucked at it.
5) met Dave when he came up to Rochester after Christmas to play drums in a show by our mutual friend Darius's girlfriend. He, after telling all his co-workers in New Jersey that it didn't snow that much in Buffalo, proceeded to get snowed out of Buffalo and nearly miss his plane back to NJ.
By 2001 I had really spent all the money I earned in the dot com boom and I spent six months being rejected from jobs and drowning my sorrows in the back room of a seedy bar in the Peace Bridge district [of Buffalo]. I also got my job in New Jersey then.
2 years ago, I...
1) graduated college with a B.A.
2) was unemployed for a while.
3) hit upon the idea of visiting this Dave with whom I'd been emailing ever since he so amused me in Rochester during that snowstorm.
4) sort of stayed there.
in 2002 I was still wasting my life in New Jersey. *in dulcet tones, to me* also, that was the year we met. OK, not the year we met. But the year we got it on.
oh, I got a better one. In 2002, I came home from work one day to find my apartment filled with your furniture, like a month after we'd started going out. Me: Did that freak you out? Dave: A little bit. I'm ok with it now. Me: You shoulda said something. Dave: How do you say, politely, 'I want your body but not your furniture'? Me: Well, it turned out OK...
Last year, I...
1) got My First Real Job.
2) hated my First Real Job.
3) discovered the sheer hell that comes from working for a steadily-worsening undiagnosed bipolar boss. He was prone to temper tantrums.
4) discovered that Dilbert is TRUE. That was horror on wheels.
5) bought my first Mac
6) was fired from my First Real Job.
wasted my life in Westchester County instead of New Jersey. If New Jersey is Purgatory, then it's too easy to say that Westchester is Hell. But I think Westchester is the circle of Hell where the really rich people go. Because on the one hand, it's well-upholstered. On the other hand, there's the constant wailing and gnashing of teeth. It's true. (I'm being really careful because I know I'm being quoted.)
So far this year, I...
1) spent it unemployed
2) tried to make it as a freelance writer
3) found out just how far unemployment stretches (thanks, State of NY!)
4) moved to Buffalo
5) was in my sister's wedding
(long pause. "I'm thinking of some clever way of putting it because I know I'm being quoted.") .. ... quit my lucrative and well-respected position with the company in NJ and am once again a no-account scofflaw student.
Yesterday, I...
1) dealt with a constipated beagle
2) got called back about a job application for I swear, the first time this fucking year
3) started to finish my novel
took a dump that musta had some kind of chili peppers in it 'cuz my ass hurt for a lonngg time.
Today I...
1) had a job interview
2) applied to another job
3) wrote a bunch more novel
4) prioritized what's left of my money.
what, I gotta do today too? this is ridiculous! who wants to know? Ok, ok, ok, ok ok. ...
Today I finally drove my car until it refused to go any further.
And that makes me sad.
Tomorrow, I....
1) will write more novel
2) will buy my honey a new set of snow tires
3) because he deserves them. Also, needs them.
4) have to get the first drug screening test of my life as a pre-employment condition of the airport bar.
you're kidding, they want to know what I'm doing tomorrow?
C'mon, this is for posterity.
*incredulous laugh*. OK, I'll come up with something that won't make Baby Jesus cry.
OK.... here's a good one.
I'm going to introduce my monkey to the nurse who's doing your drug test.
qowf, the looking back meme. I think it largely appeals to me because I'm probably younger than the meme intends, and I don't get to feel young very often anymore, and I think it's funny to seriously ruminate on what I was doing in 1984. (later, I observe) also, the intervals get kind of silly as it goes on. I don't think I'm ready to have a retrospective on quite so much of my life yet. But, it was amusing.
I'm giving Dave's answers to this in italics. They're amusing because he's even younger than me. Also, being unaccustomed to lj memes that start out cool and then just freaking go on and on, he gets pretty amusingly fed up by the end. To the point that I wouldn't print some of his comments. Watch the middle for me learning some disturbing things about our early relationship!
Come on, can you get this kind of drama anywhere else???
20 years ago, I...
1) enrolled in kindergarten.
2) learned to write cursive.
3) wore knee socks with shorts.
4) had only two sisters.
was sleeping in a bedroom with a big rainbow painted on the wall. Hell, you could say the same thing five years later. And actually, 1994 too.
15 years ago, I...
1) started wearing a bra
2) got braces
3) finally learned to hate school
4) started to get intimations that puberty was going to totally suck.
5) began to have issues with my weight
6) began to have issues with my self-esteem
7) wrote my first short story.
I would wear a bright orange polo shirt with brown shorts. And I also would rollerskate around the park while my sister played softball, wearing a propeller beanie.
10 years ago, I...
1) was a sophomore at Emma Willard
2) began to realize that my mom was full of shit about me being fat
3) took my first creative writing class and wrote several short stories
4) went on a class trip to Greece, the first time I'd ever left North America
5) discovered pop music
In early '94, I had already given up on being socially accepted. Also, I had textbook covers my mom had made of the same fabric that she made my ties out of. And I thought that was pretty cool.
5 years ago, I...
I'm going to give you dave's answer first because it's way funnier.
1999? That was my first documented case of being drunk. They took me out when I quit my co-op in Lower Manhattan. I was 19. They took me down to the East Village and we stumbled around looking for a hamburger joint because we were too tired to go to a strip club. ...
I miss the dot-com boom. That was a good time to be a computer geek.
... At least I wasn't being paid in fucking stock options.
1) I was in college, a sophomore.
2) dumped my first lover. Who lived in France.
3) dated my first certifiable asshole boyfriend. Actually, make that only. I still read his IM away messages sometimes and laugh.
4) threw up from drinking for the first time (a beer, some peach schnapps, some more beer, a vodka shot, another beer, some more schnapps, another beer, and a Coke. I blame the Coke.)
5) had a roommate taking Abnormal Psych with whom I would sit and diagnose the problems of everyone we knew. Including the asshole boyfriend. Who she had also dated. Yeah, we were really dysfunctional.
4 years ago, I...
1) spent my first summer away from home and lived independently off my own income, except that mom still bought me clothes and paid for the car insurance.
2) turned 21 too late to party on New Year's. Spent New Year's with my Mom at home on the couch.
3) worked in the library for the summer, and didn't read one book.
4) discovered just how dysfunctional the aforementioned roommate was when she flipped out, went nuts, and left me stuck with the rent.
5) embarked for serious on a long, sad, lonely spell of being either the third or fifth wheel in every single possible situation.
what, it goes year by year? I thought we were done! Ok, in 2000 I had blown all the money I'd earned as a computer geek in the dot-com boom and spent the summer unemployed, and not seeking work.
That summer, I learned Esperanto.
3 years ago, I...
1) worked in a convenience store and hated it.
2) was still single, still the third wheel, and still lonely
3) won a fiction contest with a short story that I made into a hyperfiction. $1000 cash, yo. Only thing I've ever won in my life.
4) got into fencing. Sucked at it.
5) met Dave when he came up to Rochester after Christmas to play drums in a show by our mutual friend Darius's girlfriend. He, after telling all his co-workers in New Jersey that it didn't snow that much in Buffalo, proceeded to get snowed out of Buffalo and nearly miss his plane back to NJ.
By 2001 I had really spent all the money I earned in the dot com boom and I spent six months being rejected from jobs and drowning my sorrows in the back room of a seedy bar in the Peace Bridge district [of Buffalo]. I also got my job in New Jersey then.
2 years ago, I...
1) graduated college with a B.A.
2) was unemployed for a while.
3) hit upon the idea of visiting this Dave with whom I'd been emailing ever since he so amused me in Rochester during that snowstorm.
4) sort of stayed there.
in 2002 I was still wasting my life in New Jersey. *in dulcet tones, to me* also, that was the year we met. OK, not the year we met. But the year we got it on.
oh, I got a better one. In 2002, I came home from work one day to find my apartment filled with your furniture, like a month after we'd started going out. Me: Did that freak you out? Dave: A little bit. I'm ok with it now. Me: You shoulda said something. Dave: How do you say, politely, 'I want your body but not your furniture'? Me: Well, it turned out OK...
Last year, I...
1) got My First Real Job.
2) hated my First Real Job.
3) discovered the sheer hell that comes from working for a steadily-worsening undiagnosed bipolar boss. He was prone to temper tantrums.
4) discovered that Dilbert is TRUE. That was horror on wheels.
5) bought my first Mac
6) was fired from my First Real Job.
wasted my life in Westchester County instead of New Jersey. If New Jersey is Purgatory, then it's too easy to say that Westchester is Hell. But I think Westchester is the circle of Hell where the really rich people go. Because on the one hand, it's well-upholstered. On the other hand, there's the constant wailing and gnashing of teeth. It's true. (I'm being really careful because I know I'm being quoted.)
So far this year, I...
1) spent it unemployed
2) tried to make it as a freelance writer
3) found out just how far unemployment stretches (thanks, State of NY!)
4) moved to Buffalo
5) was in my sister's wedding
(long pause. "I'm thinking of some clever way of putting it because I know I'm being quoted.") .. ... quit my lucrative and well-respected position with the company in NJ and am once again a no-account scofflaw student.
Yesterday, I...
1) dealt with a constipated beagle
2) got called back about a job application for I swear, the first time this fucking year
3) started to finish my novel
took a dump that musta had some kind of chili peppers in it 'cuz my ass hurt for a lonngg time.
Today I...
1) had a job interview
2) applied to another job
3) wrote a bunch more novel
4) prioritized what's left of my money.
what, I gotta do today too? this is ridiculous! who wants to know? Ok, ok, ok, ok ok. ...
Today I finally drove my car until it refused to go any further.
And that makes me sad.
Tomorrow, I....
1) will write more novel
2) will buy my honey a new set of snow tires
3) because he deserves them. Also, needs them.
4) have to get the first drug screening test of my life as a pre-employment condition of the airport bar.
you're kidding, they want to know what I'm doing tomorrow?
C'mon, this is for posterity.
*incredulous laugh*. OK, I'll come up with something that won't make Baby Jesus cry.
OK.... here's a good one.
I'm going to introduce my monkey to the nurse who's doing your drug test.
