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juushikaNew Years means shit all to me, thus my lack of posting on the matter. Looking back makes me ashamed, looking forward makes me terrified, and even more when the survey overlooks so long as a year. I've never made New Year's resolutions. I feel like the LiveJournal has been drowning in lists of books read, in lists of posts made, in recaps and shoutouts and resolutions. Good luck to those that do engage, but personally, it scares me.
Most things do, these days. I am still hiding out at the boy's house. It's almost like being a member of the family, in that I sometimes clean the kitchen, I sleep in the boy's bed (and lately, the two of us have learned to share it again with minimal discomfort), I have a few changes of clothes, I take showers here, hell, we even brought over my BPAL box last trip back to the apartment. It would be quite pleasant, and in some ways still is, but I'm here because I'm terrified. I'm supposed to be moving out of my apartment just about now and moving to an ... as of yet undecided location. So instead, I've buried my head under the blankets and I'm trying to pretend that if I ignore the world around me, it will just go away. In some ways, it works. In others, I expect the shit to hit the fan very shortly. In the meanwhile, I've been very tightly wound, soon to panic, afraid of everything from phone calls to loud noises.
Not exactly the best way to go into the new year, whether or not I care about that event. Indeed.
Ah, but for the little joys: Replaying Final Fantasy XII with great success, as I have been away just long enough for the story to be a little new and very nostalgic. BPAL, and my recent greatest loves, especially Tell-Tale Heart (another decant on the way!) and Penny Dreadful. Going out to dinner with Devon's friend and his girlfriend yesterday and not freaking the fuck out but instead rather enjoying myself. Seeing Sweeney Todd again in theatres because we just can't help ourselves—and loving it just as much the second time. Playing the Sweeney Todd soundtrack on repeat for days (I got some great Christmas gifts, but that one has served me the best so far). Speaking of great Christmas gifts: Matrix Trilogy in HD (my third copy of the films, but ohsoshiny), a palate of origins chocolates (so looking forward to comparing these to each other), The Fountain (great film), Willow, Sweeney Todd soundtrack, Moleskine notebooks, and some more Celtic texts.
So, it could always be worse. Although, come the next week or so, that may no longer be possible.
Hoping you all are well, as always.
Most things do, these days. I am still hiding out at the boy's house. It's almost like being a member of the family, in that I sometimes clean the kitchen, I sleep in the boy's bed (and lately, the two of us have learned to share it again with minimal discomfort), I have a few changes of clothes, I take showers here, hell, we even brought over my BPAL box last trip back to the apartment. It would be quite pleasant, and in some ways still is, but I'm here because I'm terrified. I'm supposed to be moving out of my apartment just about now and moving to an ... as of yet undecided location. So instead, I've buried my head under the blankets and I'm trying to pretend that if I ignore the world around me, it will just go away. In some ways, it works. In others, I expect the shit to hit the fan very shortly. In the meanwhile, I've been very tightly wound, soon to panic, afraid of everything from phone calls to loud noises.
Not exactly the best way to go into the new year, whether or not I care about that event. Indeed.
Ah, but for the little joys: Replaying Final Fantasy XII with great success, as I have been away just long enough for the story to be a little new and very nostalgic. BPAL, and my recent greatest loves, especially Tell-Tale Heart (another decant on the way!) and Penny Dreadful. Going out to dinner with Devon's friend and his girlfriend yesterday and not freaking the fuck out but instead rather enjoying myself. Seeing Sweeney Todd again in theatres because we just can't help ourselves—and loving it just as much the second time. Playing the Sweeney Todd soundtrack on repeat for days (I got some great Christmas gifts, but that one has served me the best so far). Speaking of great Christmas gifts: Matrix Trilogy in HD (my third copy of the films, but ohsoshiny), a palate of origins chocolates (so looking forward to comparing these to each other), The Fountain (great film), Willow, Sweeney Todd soundtrack, Moleskine notebooks, and some more Celtic texts.
So, it could always be worse. Although, come the next week or so, that may no longer be possible.
Hoping you all are well, as always.
