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Oct. 2nd, 2002 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7hmm... i wonder why when you click on 'update journal' it goes to the simple page. i wish you could specify that it go to the options page. but that's ok. i'll live. most advanced users have a semagic or other client. i don't on this computer, though... it's been a while since i had my own computer online all the time in my bedroom!
i think the prevalence of in-room university t-1 or better connections is spoiling an entire generation of several social classes, so it is. maybe if i'd never got used to that, i wouldn't feel so awful now. but, i dunno. i get by.
oog, i just went for a walk. To keep myself from being bored, i daydreamed a sequence where the neighbors in the 'crackhouse' up the street went nuts and decided to shoot at me, so i had to escape them. i do believe that's the only way to get my heart rate up and get me to not wander along daydreaming when i'm supposed to be exercising. Dorky, I know, but my superior woodland-navigating skills (I used to go over that path at least weekly with Sugar, back when we still had her and Tiger, in my equestrian days) let me escape easily. And I even frightened myself a bit, at least in my imagination. In my story, they were drunk, and decided to take pot-shots at me, but then realized that I'd tell on them if I escaped, so they had to come and kill me before I reached a phone. Hey, the plot may be thin, but it's better than your average video game, and I was only devoting what was left over of my brain after I was done worrying about my ankle [i had to take off the brace because it was giving me a blister, and the ground was very uneven, as grassy fields tend to be] and wondering if i could catch a grasshopper with my bare hands [no].
So, anyhow, they didn't catch me, because they didn't exist, and because my father and I blazed the trail down to the stream ourselves. [actually, that particular one, i don't think i had much to do with. hey, sixth grade was busy.] Anyhow, I knew the path, and I could go along quite silently on it, much to my pride. I may be a great big oaf of a girl, but I can go quietly when I feel the need. I also managed to make it over the muddy stream-bed without leaving even one footprint, though the plank bridge had broken and fallen in.
So, that's how I entertained myself while on the quest to... not lose weight, but make what I have a bit more, I dunno, efficient. I don't feel fat, I feel out-of-shape. I don't fence anymore, and I no longer have to walk a mile and a half each way every day to get to school.
Yawn. I feel a bit better today. Hm, no mail except for Monster.com sending me newsletters. Phooey.
Well, I should go and get in the shower, and then go on to Troy for the cats and the library. Later, then.
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I feel that my life is lacking in melodrama. This is probably a good thing.
i think the prevalence of in-room university t-1 or better connections is spoiling an entire generation of several social classes, so it is. maybe if i'd never got used to that, i wouldn't feel so awful now. but, i dunno. i get by.
oog, i just went for a walk. To keep myself from being bored, i daydreamed a sequence where the neighbors in the 'crackhouse' up the street went nuts and decided to shoot at me, so i had to escape them. i do believe that's the only way to get my heart rate up and get me to not wander along daydreaming when i'm supposed to be exercising. Dorky, I know, but my superior woodland-navigating skills (I used to go over that path at least weekly with Sugar, back when we still had her and Tiger, in my equestrian days) let me escape easily. And I even frightened myself a bit, at least in my imagination. In my story, they were drunk, and decided to take pot-shots at me, but then realized that I'd tell on them if I escaped, so they had to come and kill me before I reached a phone. Hey, the plot may be thin, but it's better than your average video game, and I was only devoting what was left over of my brain after I was done worrying about my ankle [i had to take off the brace because it was giving me a blister, and the ground was very uneven, as grassy fields tend to be] and wondering if i could catch a grasshopper with my bare hands [no].
So, anyhow, they didn't catch me, because they didn't exist, and because my father and I blazed the trail down to the stream ourselves. [actually, that particular one, i don't think i had much to do with. hey, sixth grade was busy.] Anyhow, I knew the path, and I could go along quite silently on it, much to my pride. I may be a great big oaf of a girl, but I can go quietly when I feel the need. I also managed to make it over the muddy stream-bed without leaving even one footprint, though the plank bridge had broken and fallen in.
So, that's how I entertained myself while on the quest to... not lose weight, but make what I have a bit more, I dunno, efficient. I don't feel fat, I feel out-of-shape. I don't fence anymore, and I no longer have to walk a mile and a half each way every day to get to school.
Yawn. I feel a bit better today. Hm, no mail except for Monster.com sending me newsletters. Phooey.
Well, I should go and get in the shower, and then go on to Troy for the cats and the library. Later, then.
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I feel that my life is lacking in melodrama. This is probably a good thing.
