I’ve been eaten by Facebook, it’s true. Well, that and real life. I don’t reflect on things any less frequently than I used to really, I just I don’t commit them to paper much anymore. Facebook doesn’t seem to lend itself to the same kind of journal/blog type style, which is probably for the better because a not insignificant number of people I know in real life peruse that page and somehow airing your thoughts to a large crowd of everyone you know/have known seems an awful lot like standing out in the park naked.
Anyway, a lot has happened since my most recent past updates, but it’s mostly typical things. I’ve moved into my own place, a lovely duplex in a quiet neighborhood. The house is fairly old and it reminds me quite a bit of my parents’ home back in Jersey. I could probably wax nostalgic about all the similarities with a bit of prose, but honestly I’m not in the mood. I’ve long since sold my beloved R32, which I miss terribly, but it’s for the best. She was an expensive car and between the monthly payments, insurance, and gas, I was going broke. The gas mileage was terrible and by terrible, I mean that it got the same gas mileage as a V8 powered Porsche Panemera GTS (which is half a ton heavier, has nearly 200 more horsepower, and is significantly more luxurious).
I fought with Xanga for a while yesterday to post the actual video onto my blog with that Virgin Media post (the one right before this one), but it refused to work properly so I just threw the direct link up there and made people do it the old fashioned way (click through). I like the way the video plays with your emotions and kind of leads you through the thought process of all the things that go through your head in the moments leading up to you actually building up the courage to talk to someone. I can’t honestly say if everyone can identify with it, but my thoughts certainly tend to wander that way in my own head.
For the most part, I’m pretty happy with the life I’ve made for myself out here in California. I’ve been mulling over ways to try and bring my parents over here too, but that’s a daunting task in and of itself, given that they generally possess the inertial mass of Jupiter. My dog (I guess my parents dog now) Marble has become elderly, and in her old age is doing what old dogs do. My dad adores her tremendously and my mom says that he takes care of her way more than he ever did for my sister and I. I thought that was funny and joking about it helps take our minds off of the inevitable. It makes me want to get a new dog now that I have my own place and shorter work hours, but a border collie requires a tremendous amount of time, much more than a typical dog. After having owned one, though, I honestly can’t picture myself with any other breed. She really is the best dog. I hope I don’t run into one that’s up for adoption or rescue. I’ve been willfully avoiding looking at ads and such in an attempt to remove myself from the possibility of temptation. I really wouldn’t mind sacrificing the time, though.
There’s probably tons more I could go on about, but I think that’s good enough for now.
