Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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Smoking: Camel #9s, couple Zanzis, one Black
Reading: Good Omens
There is something infinitely serene, I notice, about blogging. Some kind of finality, and the promise that someone will read what I've written (the advantage of having a co-authored blog). It's relaxing and amusing; more so than it would be if I did not think anyone would read my thoughts. (Perhaps I have a bit of a reverse-voyeur fetish?)
I have a true problem. Pride. But I'm learning to overcome it--to notice it, as I do most of my "flaws"--and I'm learning to look past it. I still have my sorry habit of going from self-righteous to guilty, but perhaps I shall be able to overcome that, as well. After all, once you notice a problem, there's only one way to go with it: solving it.
I thought about this in more depth while I was hanging out with one of my friends that I haven't seen in a long time, but who I've talked to more recently on the internet. Seeing Relic again was really exciting and pleasing. She really is such a wonderful person. I missed her. And being around other abrasive people, I've learned to appreciate some of her abrasive humor and return it with some of my own. (Hopefully not too abrasively.)
Relic knows some of the intimate details of my long relationship with Willow, and talking to her about how my pride affected that, and our--Relic and my--relationship, was really sort of liberating. I like the open, un-pent-up person I've become. I like talking to Relic in real life, as opposed to the internet, about things that are going through my head. I like opening up to her. I like hearing her open up. She's the sort of person that I can bitch with about certain things. (Like goddamn Bright Eyes. Rot and die, Conner Oberst.)
Tonight was a long night. Today was a long day. Spending a weekend with Codie around me all the time again made it all the harder for him to go to work today. But, I suppose, surrounding myself with friends today was a better decision of action than holing up in the house was. Coffee is always nice. Huge caravans of strangers are always fun. Old friends are always comforting.
Six days and counting. Goddamn the Navy. >_> Taking away one of my best friends. Gonna miss that motherfucker and I'm going to make sure he knows it before he goes.
You know, my biggest problem with journals of any sort, is the lack of defined audience. I don't particularly like preaching to myself, and I don't enjoy feeling as though I have to explain all the details of the people I mention. My memory is terrible, but I hope that if I look back on these journals, the details I slip in will help me remember things. No need to go into detail. But, nevertheless, who the fuck am I writing to? Myself in three months? Codie? Other bloggers? Random readers?
If that's the case, I apologize to all you sad motherfuckers who have to sift through this boring shit. :P Perhaps I should write you stories, O Imaginary Readers of KateplusCodie.
(P.S. Whoever you are, I love you. Keep reading my blog.)
Reading: Good Omens
There is something infinitely serene, I notice, about blogging. Some kind of finality, and the promise that someone will read what I've written (the advantage of having a co-authored blog). It's relaxing and amusing; more so than it would be if I did not think anyone would read my thoughts. (Perhaps I have a bit of a reverse-voyeur fetish?)
I have a true problem. Pride. But I'm learning to overcome it--to notice it, as I do most of my "flaws"--and I'm learning to look past it. I still have my sorry habit of going from self-righteous to guilty, but perhaps I shall be able to overcome that, as well. After all, once you notice a problem, there's only one way to go with it: solving it.
I thought about this in more depth while I was hanging out with one of my friends that I haven't seen in a long time, but who I've talked to more recently on the internet. Seeing Relic again was really exciting and pleasing. She really is such a wonderful person. I missed her. And being around other abrasive people, I've learned to appreciate some of her abrasive humor and return it with some of my own. (Hopefully not too abrasively.)
Relic knows some of the intimate details of my long relationship with Willow, and talking to her about how my pride affected that, and our--Relic and my--relationship, was really sort of liberating. I like the open, un-pent-up person I've become. I like talking to Relic in real life, as opposed to the internet, about things that are going through my head. I like opening up to her. I like hearing her open up. She's the sort of person that I can bitch with about certain things. (Like goddamn Bright Eyes. Rot and die, Conner Oberst.)
Tonight was a long night. Today was a long day. Spending a weekend with Codie around me all the time again made it all the harder for him to go to work today. But, I suppose, surrounding myself with friends today was a better decision of action than holing up in the house was. Coffee is always nice. Huge caravans of strangers are always fun. Old friends are always comforting.
Six days and counting. Goddamn the Navy. >_> Taking away one of my best friends. Gonna miss that motherfucker and I'm going to make sure he knows it before he goes.
You know, my biggest problem with journals of any sort, is the lack of defined audience. I don't particularly like preaching to myself, and I don't enjoy feeling as though I have to explain all the details of the people I mention. My memory is terrible, but I hope that if I look back on these journals, the details I slip in will help me remember things. No need to go into detail. But, nevertheless, who the fuck am I writing to? Myself in three months? Codie? Other bloggers? Random readers?
If that's the case, I apologize to all you sad motherfuckers who have to sift through this boring shit. :P Perhaps I should write you stories, O Imaginary Readers of KateplusCodie.
(P.S. Whoever you are, I love you. Keep reading my blog.)
// posted by Kate @ 12:17 AM 
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