here we are. this is dreamwidth, i suppose. i added a few more people and so my core group is about here, i'd say. this layout is still disgusting but that's all right.

i think i am going to try something new with this, i'm thinking an images blog might be nice. i do like to take pictures and lately i'm writing approximately nothing, so maybe it would be fun for you guys to see my days instead of reading them. hopefully that will be less boring. that might happen at temporaryage too if this dreamwidth business doesn't take off.

ho hum

hello errbody

I just finished The History of Love, and... oh, god. oh my god. It's been a really long time since I've read a book that I really loved, but this book is everything that I love about books, basically. I mean it's seriously fucking fantastic, some of the pages I just read and reread and afterward it felt like somebody had punched me in the stomach after I'd run a marathon. Or something. It's lovely and poetic and funny and heart-breaking, but in a hopeful way. I'm giving it to Billy for Christmas. I wish I could afford to give everybody I know a copy for Christmas. sdljvaosdjad it just... honestly. Honestly honestly honestly, desert island book I'd say. $13 at Borders.

(For some reason, this book took me a really long time to read? Usually I can tear through a novel in a couple of evenings -- a week, at the most -- but I've been working on this since the day I bought it, which, according to the receipt, was November 17. But I feel like this whole time, I haven't been able to put it down. It's just, like I said, I've been doing a lot of rereading. I was so sad when it ended that I honestly almost cried because what the hell am I supposed to do now. behhh)

in other news, today i went to go do my laundry, and the change machine's "out of order" light was lit; in frustration i yanked the "refund" lever and a dollar popped out and the light went off. so basically i fixed a machine, became everyone's hero, and made a dollar.



i hope never to lose these memories in anticipation of a someday autobiography

I do not feel comfortable at teapot_yo anymore and I haven't for well over a year. I don't know how to explain this, other than to say that I made my journal when I was fourteen(?) and an entirely different person than who I am now, and it just seems easier to start again than to redefine everything I've ever done. teapot_yo is still going to stay open, and nothing is going to get back and get locked or deleted. This isn't about becoming a different person and leaving the old behind. This is about having already become a different person, and having that reflected in what I do.

I imagine a great deal of this is going to be friendslocked, because a large part of this journal is going to be a reimmersion in fandom, something I believe I desperately need. Part of the reason that teapot_yo was becoming so stifling was the way that different avenues of my life were converging into one journal; while I don't want to defriend my sister, I don't want her to necessarily be able to read all of my wilserson musings. My filters were out of control and I don't believe that's how it's supposed to be.

SO THIS IS IT, guys! A NEW ADVENTURE. i am excited :D

edit: oh man seriously i forgot about having to upload this dang mood theme all over again goddamn.