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So yeah, remember when I was all worried I was going to be lonely while Hodge was in Houston? Ha, wasn't that adorable? It was almost like I forgot that I'm now in school. That I'd have, you know, homework.
I don't really have time to be lonely.
I used to be so good at school. Now I'm six years out of practice. It's not exactly like riding a bike. It's more like...playing a musical instrument, maybe. I'm getting the hang of it again but in the meantime my head hurts because I'm not used to reading the notes, and my hands are sore from being forced into fingerings I only half remember.
That metaphor went on a little bit too long. I can't help it; I get carried away.
In any case, school is good, things are good, but I'm a little overwhelmed right this minute. If I've been flaky in the communication department, apologies. I hope you're all well out there in internet-land.
I hope my theory isn't true, that you don't all cease to exist when I'm away from my blog. I don't want to imagine you all languishing in the cold void of space. My imaginary friend died when I was little because I forgot to feed it. I just can't face that kind of loss again.
I don't really have time to be lonely.
I used to be so good at school. Now I'm six years out of practice. It's not exactly like riding a bike. It's more like...playing a musical instrument, maybe. I'm getting the hang of it again but in the meantime my head hurts because I'm not used to reading the notes, and my hands are sore from being forced into fingerings I only half remember.
That metaphor went on a little bit too long. I can't help it; I get carried away.
In any case, school is good, things are good, but I'm a little overwhelmed right this minute. If I've been flaky in the communication department, apologies. I hope you're all well out there in internet-land.
I hope my theory isn't true, that you don't all cease to exist when I'm away from my blog. I don't want to imagine you all languishing in the cold void of space. My imaginary friend died when I was little because I forgot to feed it. I just can't face that kind of loss again.
Stop invading my brain!
on 2007-09-12 11:05 pm (UTC)Re: Stop invading my brain!
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on 2007-09-13 05:34 pm (UTC)It's Not a Lake of Fire? Get Out of Here. No, Seriously, Get Out of Here.
on 2007-09-13 03:42 am (UTC)Unless we adopt the solipsist view and there are no other people. Can you imagine what a convention of solipsists would be like? What would they talk about? Really, it might be fun. Maybe next week we could get together in my head."
That's from my blog last winter, but I see now that I was in your head at the time.
Re: It's Not a Lake of Fire? Get Out of Here. No, Seriously, Get Out of Here.
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on 2007-09-13 12:18 pm (UTC)I still exist if I don't blog, but it's hard not to think that one doesn't.
OMG TEESHIRT IDEA
I BLOG; THEREFORE, I AM
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on 2007-09-13 05:32 pm (UTC)I've been reading both blogs, just not commenting a lot lately, but you sound very...I don't know, engaged? Is that the right word? You sound involved in the world (whether the world of ideas or job hunting or whatever) right now and that is good.
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on 2007-09-13 07:54 pm (UTC)We still exist when you log off! And we'll still be here when you have Lots Of Assignments Due and Need to Procrastinate On LJ.
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on 2007-09-14 06:54 pm (UTC)Your magical gift is wending its way from the UK right now, and I will forward it along to you as soon as it arrives. Then you'll know that we're not imaginary!