winding down
Sunday, 27 March 2005 18:36![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
earthbelow
I decided posting during the post-boy depression would not be a good thing. There are plenty of folks on my f-list who have enough of their own angst and could probably do without hearing about mine.
Especially since mine is totally not as bad as it could be.
Big news is my haircut. I have pretty short hair, relatively speaking. Most people who knew me in real life know that my hair is looooong. Especially in the last years of High School.
It's now a couple of inches from shoulder length. And thinned out. Oh thank god. *sigh*. I was really beginning to get irritated with having such long, heavy hair.
But the most striking thing is how grown up I look now. I feel like I'm older, because here I am with short hair. With adult hair. Not long tomboy-who-doesn't-get-haircuts hair.
School and work tomorrow which is non-fun, but it'll be good to get back to routine. God I just want this semester over and I want to get to next semester so I can do more school hours and work less hours.
And I found a bunch of very, very old disks with ye old fanfic and pro fic and poetry on it and *dude*. Wow. I sucked. Badly.
But I do miss the confidence I had. The energy. I miss the fact that I felt eager and excited about writing. That I didn't feel constrained or jaded about it. I miss the time before I realized how hard it really was. I miss when I loved it so much that I dreamt it, ate it, slept it, breathed it.
Writing is still part of the basic fabric of who I am, but it's no longer the bright little center of my universe like it was.
I guess I just miss being excited about the future.
This is probably post-spring break depression setting in. I'll post when I've got something more interesting and hopefully happier to share.
- Meg
Especially since mine is totally not as bad as it could be.
Big news is my haircut. I have pretty short hair, relatively speaking. Most people who knew me in real life know that my hair is looooong. Especially in the last years of High School.
It's now a couple of inches from shoulder length. And thinned out. Oh thank god. *sigh*. I was really beginning to get irritated with having such long, heavy hair.
But the most striking thing is how grown up I look now. I feel like I'm older, because here I am with short hair. With adult hair. Not long tomboy-who-doesn't-get-haircuts hair.
School and work tomorrow which is non-fun, but it'll be good to get back to routine. God I just want this semester over and I want to get to next semester so I can do more school hours and work less hours.
And I found a bunch of very, very old disks with ye old fanfic and pro fic and poetry on it and *dude*. Wow. I sucked. Badly.
But I do miss the confidence I had. The energy. I miss the fact that I felt eager and excited about writing. That I didn't feel constrained or jaded about it. I miss the time before I realized how hard it really was. I miss when I loved it so much that I dreamt it, ate it, slept it, breathed it.
Writing is still part of the basic fabric of who I am, but it's no longer the bright little center of my universe like it was.
I guess I just miss being excited about the future.
This is probably post-spring break depression setting in. I'll post when I've got something more interesting and hopefully happier to share.
- Meg