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Friday, May 28, 2004 · posted at 6:35 AM

Laundry quarters. Change is usually something so gradual that you don’t notice it for a long period of time. A good example is looking older. You see yourself in the mirror every day and don’t notice the deepening of wrinkle lines or fattening of face, but someone who hasn’t seen you since high school graduation and finds a picture of you on the web might be shocked at the discernible differences (I have yet to encounter this, I think, because I’m usually greeted with “You look exactly the same!” which isn’t exactly the ego-booster one might expect). A more subtle example is not noticing the miniscule day-to-day growth of your eyebrows until you have full-grown caterpillars on your face, listening to 93.3 in the car to appease the passengers and then realizing one day that you drove the entire way home alone voluntarily listening to 93.3, or watching NBA basketball and finding yourself cheering and able to name all the players on the Pistons along with free throw percentages for the starters.

I was rereading e-mail from a year ago. A lot has happened in the past year. Has my character remained resilient? My morals unshakable? My love for smut reality tv strong and true?

Things that are the same:

I still despise small talk and questions like “How are you?” and “How’s it going?” for purely pleasantry purposes.

There is residual reluctance to drink boba – although I think I may have had it 3 times or so in the past year (this is a 3-fold increase).

“I consider myself a morning person with nocturnal tendencies and a penchant for making things sound way more impressive than they are.”

Poor punctuation, capitalization, sloppy grammar (ending with a preposition excluded) irritates me.

Hate boring blogs - “ones that talk about how good the turkey sandwich for lunch was or tries to be a platform for the writer to show how original and deep his/her thoughts are.”

“I’ve been to 3 states.” That is depressing.

“I have a manic tendency; I will get really obsessed with a project for 3 days and then lose all interest in it with the possibility of picking it up in a year.” Exhibit A: only three-quarters of the walls in my room have been decorated for the past 9 months.

“I’m not one of those people who always feels the need to “go out” and “do something.” As far as I’m concerned, talking IS doing something.” This is self-explanatory. Perhaps my favorite quote ever comes from Daria #103, College Bored.

Jane: Can we get on with this? I have someplace to go. [classmates look at her in disbelief] Television counts as a place.

Things that are different:

I used to like my job a lot more. Or my work ethic was stronger.

I used a lot of “haha” and while I still laugh at my own jokes in vivo, I’ve controlled myself electronically and in text.

“My fantasy goal in life is to write a really good coming-of-age young adult fiction novel or a bunch of children’s books (my sister would be the illustrator!)” This is still ideal, but I’ve come to the realization that perhaps I don’t have it in me.

“I’m really into crafty things.” In theory, but there hasn’t been much time for crafty projects (aside from my Little Red Riding Hood cape – hackneyed costume, I know). Plus I live with the Pottery Barn version of Martha Stewart, so there’s really no need to step it up.

I have longer hair. Finally I can invest in George Michael moisturizing shampoo and write about low-lying buns and thirsty hair!

I wonder what I’ll think in five years about what I’ve written, the things that piqued my interests now. The idea of five years from now is incredibly daunting and I’m not sure which is more sad, being a totally changed person who grooves to country music and regularly uses phrases such as “Let’s touch base” or “I want to get squared things squared away,” or being exactly the same and watching shows on the WB, mourning the fall of Orlando Bloom, and using Yahoo! Mail as my lifeline. What a busy, busy town and scarry world.

This entry probably could have benefited from some real world comparisons. Remember those assignments back in the 4th grade where you made a timeline with your important life events (e.g. birth, starting school, learning to ride a bike) alongside important world events (e.g. Reagan getting shot, space shuttle launches, the debut of Beverly Hills, 90210)? Alas it was another egocentric day.



	Friday, May 28, 2004 · posted at 6:35 AM Laundry quarters. Change is usually something so gradual that you don’t notice it for a long period of time. A good example is looking older. You see yourself in the mirror every day and don’t notice the deepening of wrinkle lines or fattening of face, but someone who hasn’t seen you since high school graduation and finds a picture of you on the web might be shocked at the discernible differences (I have yet to encounter this, I think, because I’m usually greeted with “You look exactly the same!” which isn’t exactly the ego-booster one might expect). A more subtle example is not noticing the miniscule day-to-day growth of your eyebrows until you have full-grown caterpillars on your face, listening to 93.3 in the car to appease the passengers and then realizing one day that you drove the entire way home alone voluntarily listening to 93.3, or watching NBA basketball and finding yourself cheering and able to name all the players on the Pistons along with free throw percentages for the starters. I was rereading e-mail from a year ago. A lot has happened in the past year. Has my character remained resilient? My morals unshakable? My love for smut reality tv strong and true? Things that are the same: I still despise small talk and questions like “How are you?” and “How’s it going?” for purely pleasantry purposes. There is residual reluctance to drink boba – although I think I may have had it 3 times or so in the past year (this is a 3-fold increase). “I consider myself a morning person with nocturnal tendencies and a penchant for making things sound way more impressive than they are.” Poor punctuation, capitalization, sloppy grammar (ending with a preposition excluded) irritates me. Hate boring blogs - “ones that talk about how good the turkey sandwich for lunch was or tries to be a platform for the writer to show how original and deep his/her thoughts are.” “I’ve been to 3 states.” That is depressing. “I have a manic tendency; I will get really obsessed with a project for 3 days and then lose all interest in it with the possibility of picking it up in a year.” Exhibit A: only three-quarters of the walls in my room have been decorated for the past 9 months. “I’m not one of those people who always feels the need to “go out” and “do something.” As far as I’m concerned, talking IS doing something.” This is self-explanatory. Perhaps my favorite quote ever comes from Daria #103, College Bored. Jane: Can we get on with this? I have someplace to go. [classmates look at her in disbelief] Television counts as a place. Things that are different: I used to like my job a lot more. Or my work ethic was stronger. I used a lot of “haha” and while I still laugh at my own jokes in vivo, I’ve controlled myself electronically and in text. “My fantasy goal in life is to write a really good coming-of-age young adult fiction novel or a bunch of children’s books (my sister would be the illustrator!)” This is still ideal, but I’ve come to the realization that perhaps I don’t have it in me. “I’m really into crafty things.” In theory, but there hasn’t been much time for crafty projects (aside from my Little Red Riding Hood cape – hackneyed costume, I know). Plus I live with the Pottery Barn version of Martha Stewart, so there’s really no need to step it up. I have longer hair. Finally I can invest in George Michael moisturizing shampoo and write about low-lying buns and thirsty hair! I wonder what I’ll think in five years about what I’ve written, the things that piqued my interests now. The idea of five years from now is incredibly daunting and I’m not sure which is more sad, being a totally changed person who grooves to country music and regularly uses phrases such as “Let’s touch base” or “I want to get squared things squared away,” or being exactly the same and watching shows on the WB, mourning the fall of Orlando Bloom, and using Yahoo! Mail as my lifeline. What a busy, busy town and scarry world. This entry probably could have benefited from some real world comparisons. Remember those assignments back in the 4th grade where you made a timeline with your important life events (e.g. birth, starting school, learning to ride a bike) alongside important world events (e.g. Reagan getting shot, space shuttle launches, the debut of Beverly Hills, 90210)? Alas it was another egocentric day.	Recent Posts Evolution of the lazy writer.When I was younger, i... As a new blogger, I have been struggling with the ... EW: So do you have, like, a reserved parking spot ... 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