I feel somewhat obliged.

Even though I do like to go on about how calenders are a human invention and time is a way for mankind to keep track of sunrises and sunsets (and seasons, if you're in more temperate climes), blah blah.

Because this year was ~*~lifechanging~*~


Ho hum.  I escaped from the clique-ey, confidence sucking black hole that was the high school down the road, and found college. Which is like school, but better? The people are better. The knowledge is better (and more relevant to my interests). Am still socially awkward and painfully self conscious, but am more at ease with uselessness in social situations.

(It is 3 am and I am incomprehensible)

I also found ONTD, and started using my Google Reader properly, which has been... educational? (I haven't been reading ONTD_political as often as I should).

My ever present sense of detachment means, though, that essentially this year was just another 365 days of living/reading/lingering as I wait for the scepter of death.

But then, let me sum it up for you in a slightly more optimistic mind map

That should work.

Oh also this person

unflattering photo notwithstanding, has contributed to my sense of self and emotional stability. Thanks for letting me use you to make me feel good.

Er, that had more unfortunate implications than I had intended.

So basically in 2009, as in all other sets of 365 days before it:

Things Happened, And I Was Affected By Them.

Goodbye, naughties.

my epiglottis needs to start working properly.

In the absence of the matriarch, I made dinner.

Now I feel like a ~real woman. *succumbs to society*

it was acceptable at the time.

Reading too much on l4d at night gives me the willies.

Not sure if can bring self to play MW2 (or any game involving human nemises). I mean, you kill people! and dogs (which is especially =(, since humans are bastards by defult)! I have been told I should try not to humanize my games, but I genuinely can't help it. This is why Prototype scares me so much. What if it happened in real life? What if massive wanton destruction could be possible on a scale even wider than it is possible now? (I hear you, people screaming IT IS JUST A GAME. Jeesh. Lemme retain my ~compassion).

Was also terrified by Catch-22, although it is commonly heralded as the inspiration for the term "black comedy". What is so funny about seeing the war effort trivialised by bureaucracy, I ask you. I was terrified for the chaplain when he was being interrogated re: Washington Irving/Irving Washington. I dunno why I always choose to concentrate on the gravity of the situation rather than the fluff.  But come on. The sheer inability of the Group (and it's commanding subordinates) to make rational decisions about a war that is putting lives at risk is. Ugh. I can't even. War makes me queasy in the stomach and sad in the brain.


Chocolat was fine, if slightly heavy handed on the anti-religion stance. Well, anti-religious intermediataries rather than the actual religion. But +10 for the chocolate porn (not literally, although that would be... eh, interesting). Also now I want to name my next pet Pantoufle. Maybe one of the hammies? Hmm.

"You think too much" is a popular refrain re: my tendency to think to much. So what? Have to fill the hours somehow. Plus it stops me from... it stops me.

Y'know, I should start writing again.