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neverwhereToday is Canada Day, which of course made me think nostalgically about how one year ago I was in the Canadian Embassy in London looking like a total prat (although a very happy one ;-) with the best canucky friends a girl could ever have, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wreibyn and eyre_lasgalen. Those were the days. *wistful sigh*
I'm determined not to be upset by the number of people who have been taking me off their friends lists lately. I hope it's just due to the fact that I don't post very often anymore, and not because I've suddenly turned into the world's most boring person. I feel terribly guilty about neglecting this journal, but there's not much I can do about it, as I don't have regular internet access anymore, and what access I do have is on a time limit. I feel like I'm losing touch with all my friends -- it's hard enough being so damn far away from everyone, but without being able to maintain constant contact I can feel my friendships slipping away. And I feel horrible about it.
Sometimes I don't mind the fact that I have no life and no friends. I just deal. Unfortunately last friday night was not one of those times. Not long after I moved into my new flat, another person moved in to the other empty apartment across from me. When I moved in, no one even said hello, or 'welcome' or anything, and still no one even smiles at me if we meet passing in the courtyard. Friday night nearly everyone else who lives in the building went over to Newboy's flat and chatted amiably, doing all that getting to know you stuff. And then it turned into a party. A party to welcome the New Guy. I was absolutely devastated, convinced this was just further proof that I am an invisible non-entity, destined to live her life friendless and alone. I cried non-stop for a full half hour (I know because I sobbed through an entire episode of The Simpsons) and felt sorry for myself for hours. I felt stupid and ashamed for letting myself get so emotional, but I couldn't stop. Gah. Am such a melodramatic twat sometimes. *kicks self hard*
In other news...I don't suppose there's anyone around who'd like to see Tori Amos with me at the Greek Theatre in L.A next month? Assuming I can get the tickets of course. *grins*
Also, is anyone else going to the San Diego Comic-Con? I'll be driving down for one day, I just don't know which one yet, as I'm waiting for Neil Gaiman to post his itinerary on his journal. I assume it'll be saturday though. Oh come on. Someone else must be going!
I started reading Redwall yesterday, which I think was recommended to me bybrandybuck (as most good things are). I thought it was rather slow going at first, but now I'm really enjoying the story and characters, especially (of course) Winifred the Otter. Does she ever get her own book? *G* Matthias is a charming, if stereotypical 'unlikely hero', and all the Redwall denizens are delightful. Except of course the rats. (Sorry trukkle dear. ;-)
TONKS!!! I love Tonks! HUZZAH! I wish she could get her own spin-off series, that would be so wicked. *laughs* She's so much like me! Sweet and clumsy and has PURPLE HAIR! (Well, for a bit anyway.) How could I not fall head over heels in love? :)
Mrs Figg has given us rather conclusive proof that Squibs do indeed retain a smattering of magickal abilities, as they can have their own Familiar. I wonder if a Squib's familiar has to have name with Mr or Mrs in it, or if it's just a strange coincidence.
We still don't know why Dumbledore had that quiet triumph in his eyes at the end of GoF. I hope it's something shocking, to make up for the 'Duh' factor of the Prophecy. And someone really needs to write about Neville as the Boy Who Lived. Yes, I know I don't like fanfiction, but since JK won't write it, we need to speculate somehow. *grins*
Hermione's patronus is an OTTER! YAYYYY!!! I always knew I was so much like Hermione (especially, I'm rather ashamed to admit, in the first book -- I was such abratty brainy know-it-all when I was younger) but this really is conclusive proof. *loves Hermy to ickle bits* :D
Oy veysmir, this is long. Well, I suppose that's what I get for not updating every day. You don't mind, do you? ;-)
wreibyn and eyre_lasgalen. Those were the days. *wistful sigh*I'm determined not to be upset by the number of people who have been taking me off their friends lists lately. I hope it's just due to the fact that I don't post very often anymore, and not because I've suddenly turned into the world's most boring person. I feel terribly guilty about neglecting this journal, but there's not much I can do about it, as I don't have regular internet access anymore, and what access I do have is on a time limit. I feel like I'm losing touch with all my friends -- it's hard enough being so damn far away from everyone, but without being able to maintain constant contact I can feel my friendships slipping away. And I feel horrible about it.
Sometimes I don't mind the fact that I have no life and no friends. I just deal. Unfortunately last friday night was not one of those times. Not long after I moved into my new flat, another person moved in to the other empty apartment across from me. When I moved in, no one even said hello, or 'welcome' or anything, and still no one even smiles at me if we meet passing in the courtyard. Friday night nearly everyone else who lives in the building went over to Newboy's flat and chatted amiably, doing all that getting to know you stuff. And then it turned into a party. A party to welcome the New Guy. I was absolutely devastated, convinced this was just further proof that I am an invisible non-entity, destined to live her life friendless and alone. I cried non-stop for a full half hour (I know because I sobbed through an entire episode of The Simpsons) and felt sorry for myself for hours. I felt stupid and ashamed for letting myself get so emotional, but I couldn't stop. Gah. Am such a melodramatic twat sometimes. *kicks self hard*
In other news...I don't suppose there's anyone around who'd like to see Tori Amos with me at the Greek Theatre in L.A next month? Assuming I can get the tickets of course. *grins*
Also, is anyone else going to the San Diego Comic-Con? I'll be driving down for one day, I just don't know which one yet, as I'm waiting for Neil Gaiman to post his itinerary on his journal. I assume it'll be saturday though. Oh come on. Someone else must be going!
I started reading Redwall yesterday, which I think was recommended to me by
brandybuck (as most good things are). I thought it was rather slow going at first, but now I'm really enjoying the story and characters, especially (of course) Winifred the Otter. Does she ever get her own book? *G* Matthias is a charming, if stereotypical 'unlikely hero', and all the Redwall denizens are delightful. Except of course the rats. (Sorry trukkle dear. ;-)TONKS!!! I love Tonks! HUZZAH! I wish she could get her own spin-off series, that would be so wicked. *laughs* She's so much like me! Sweet and clumsy and has PURPLE HAIR! (Well, for a bit anyway.) How could I not fall head over heels in love? :)
Mrs Figg has given us rather conclusive proof that Squibs do indeed retain a smattering of magickal abilities, as they can have their own Familiar. I wonder if a Squib's familiar has to have name with Mr or Mrs in it, or if it's just a strange coincidence.
We still don't know why Dumbledore had that quiet triumph in his eyes at the end of GoF. I hope it's something shocking, to make up for the 'Duh' factor of the Prophecy. And someone really needs to write about Neville as the Boy Who Lived. Yes, I know I don't like fanfiction, but since JK won't write it, we need to speculate somehow. *grins*
Hermione's patronus is an OTTER! YAYYYY!!! I always knew I was so much like Hermione (especially, I'm rather ashamed to admit, in the first book -- I was such a
Oy veysmir, this is long. Well, I suppose that's what I get for not updating every day. You don't mind, do you? ;-)
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Date: 2003-07-02 04:25 am (UTC)Is there any way to increase your online time? Finding a cheap internet cafe or something? It's just it sounds like you could do with a bit more support and Nevvie cheerleading & this is where you'll find it.
And I can't believe New Boy has anything you don't. P'raps he already knew some of the people in the block & they dragged the others along. Or maybe people just reckoned you were a quiet type who'd prefer to be left alone. Are there residents' meetings or anything you could go along to (they'll probably be boring, but you would get the chance to chat to the other tenants afterwards and get to know each other a bit). Failing that, I think you just have to keep determinedly smiling and saying "Hi" to people even if they don't respond at first.
And for what it's worth, you're in no danger of dropping off my friends list...
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Date: 2003-07-02 05:50 pm (UTC)Hee, thanks for the friends-list reassurance, I think every little ego boost helps at the moment. ;-)
There aren't any internet cafes around, and no way of increasing library online time, since there's always a big queue. My father keeps promising to give me his old computer but he never does, and it's really beginning to upset me. Grr. Arrgh.
I usually have my door open because it's such a safe place, and the weather is so nice, so I don't think I'm putting off any 'stay away' vibes, but maybe you're right about them thinking I'm a quiet type who likes to keep to herself. There aren't any residence meetings or anything like that, but alot of times people gather in the courtyard to talk. I just need to get the courage to join in sometime I guess. *grins sheepishly*
*squeeeeze*
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Date: 2003-07-03 09:44 am (UTC)Yep. But in case it seems like I'm sounding all smug and superior, I'll just point out that I did my fair share of hiding in my room at uni listening to the laughter outside in the corridor. And at work I still run off into town to hide and eat lunch on my own instead of joining people in the cafeteria (not all the time, but certainly more often than I should). So yeah, I know what it's like.
Hope you manage to get the computer off your dad soon.
*squeezesback*