fearlesstemp | lj fyi

There is a crazy amount of snow out there. Like, thigh-deep, so that when I did the obligatory flop-down-in-snow-like-a-small-child thing, I actually got stuck there like a turtle on its back for a terrifying minute. But I did right myself, and spent a good chunk of time shoveling but had to give up after finishing the walkway because the driveway? Dear God. I'm voting that we stay inside and try to create our own self-sustaining ecosystem rather than try to figure out a way to get out of here. I'm thinking the snow should melt by March, April at the very latest.

I'm having a hard time figuring out exactly what I did all day today, which often happens when one doesn't leave the house and therefore doesn't have any outings to split the day up with. I slept in far too late, watched my tape of The OC, watched a lot of the Another World marathon on SoapNet, shoveled the snow, watched Bridget Jones's Diary, finished the Jennifer Crusie book I bought the other day – all worthwhile, important things, unlike, say, doing my laundry or writing a paper that's due on Monday. Or picking up my bedroom, which looks like a laundry bomb laced with magazines and books exploded in it.

So lately I've been thinking that I want to put more stuff in this LJ, mainly because one of my December 4th resolutions was to write more in general, which means that this here LJ may be increasing in volume if not quality, so consider yourselves forewarned and feel free to defriend (I mean, of course everyone's free to defriend at any time, no one needs permission, and see, this here is one of those moments where I feel like I've said something self-important and snotty, and then try to make it better by explaining, and only end up sounding more self-important and snotty, and so I'm just going to close this parenthesis and move on).

The thing is, I've had a particular urge lately to write up some stuff I remember from when I was younger, mostly because I don't have the greatest memory and don't want to forget stuff. I could just private-lock the posts but the truth is, even when I was keeping a paper journal as a kid, it was always done with the idea that there was someone, somewhere, sometime reading on the other end. I actually have a hard time motivating myself to write things down in a journal just for me because I get bored after a paragraph. The only way I convinced myself to write in one at all with any regularity (if I ever did) was if I imagined myself reading it in ten years. So it all pretty much consisted of letters to myself. I appear to be incapable of true introspective writing. Does this make me an ego freak? Probably.

Anyway, may be writing more (the "may" is there because as you may have noticed, I do not have the best track record with resolutions) about boring things like work, and old family events, and personal angst, and just thought I should warn people. I thought about creating another LJ, but frankly, I'm lazy. Maybe I will anyway. I don't know. I promise to use cut-tags liberally. The lock feature too, both custom and general, and I think I explained this before, but sometimes I post stuff just for people I know in RL (there are a couple on my list), or for groups who share a particular interest with me, or occasionally I use it as a way of contacting one person if I can't use e-mail – suffice it to say, if I lock a post and you can't read it, it's not because I don't heart you. Because I heart everyone on my friends list.

This may be the most boring post ever constructed. Scurrying away now, but not before this important update: The wine vinegar incident of last weekend ruined my best pair of jeans. I'm considering having some kind of mourning ritual for them, perhaps propping them up on a chair and spending a few minutes talking about all the good times we've had. All those casual Fridays at the office, late night grocery store runs, wacky adventures with friends. Fare the well, best pair of jeans. You served me well.

(Note to self: In the future, learn the value of pre-treating. And, you know, prompt handling of stains. Is there a seminar one could go to about doing laundry? I feel like I've never fully grasped the most basic tenets.)

Really leaving now. Oh, one more thing -- STILL can't find Outkast CD and it appears that my Coldplay CD went with it. I'm wondering if they got uncomfortable among my collection and ran for the hills. I envision both CDs off hiding in some dark corner of the house, trading war stories.

aldkjag!! JUST FOUND Outkast CD! It was in the craziest place! Right on the shelf with all the rest of my CDs! What insanity! Oh, joy. Off to listen.