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fictionalThis year I...
was 24.
ended a relationship...except not really.
graduated from college, though never was actually sent my diploma, making me 0 for 2 on the expensive pieces of paper front.
left Ithaca.
moved back to new york, and became alive again.
began graduate school.
realised that I am really not a white-picket-fence girl, as I sometimes imagine.
read a lot of fanfiction.
became severely ill only twice.
discovered I am more physically defective than I thought, but dealt with it in a reasonable and timely fashion.
went to my first Pride, and had a glorious time.
protested the government.
protested the war.
cried, with actual tears, over something political and not immediately personal.
actually voted in a real voting booth instead of by absentee ballot.
raced on camel-back (and won).
rode an elephant.
made at least four new friends.
traveled to: Jaisalmir, Jodhpur, Udaipur, Calcutta, Agra, Delhi, London, San Diego, Santa Barbara, Seattle.
was paid to travel somewhere, for the first time.
moved back in with my parents, which is alternatively fun, safe, and intellectually stimulating, and horrifically unpleasant, depending on the day, or hour, or minute.
earned enough money to (sort of) support myself.
re-discovered the regency period, and watched as the whole world seemed to converge on it, joyously.
learnt to play whist.
got a cellphone, and joined the age of communication.
killed three computers and resurrected two.
drank absinthe (and enjoyed it greatly).
was intrigued, by many possibilities.
went to see four extremely good plays, and two very bad ones.
joined a gym.
began learning medieval welsh.
started two novels.
wrote one poem.
wrote three long essays on Shakespeare, Ursula Le Guin, and the Mabinogion.
movie, book, television and music list to follow tomorrow.
Now must flee to small gathering thing.
Happy New Year, Everyone. I hope this coming year is a more compassionate, safer, and better one than the last - for all of us. Blessed be.
was 24.
ended a relationship...except not really.
graduated from college, though never was actually sent my diploma, making me 0 for 2 on the expensive pieces of paper front.
left Ithaca.
moved back to new york, and became alive again.
began graduate school.
realised that I am really not a white-picket-fence girl, as I sometimes imagine.
read a lot of fanfiction.
became severely ill only twice.
discovered I am more physically defective than I thought, but dealt with it in a reasonable and timely fashion.
went to my first Pride, and had a glorious time.
protested the government.
protested the war.
cried, with actual tears, over something political and not immediately personal.
actually voted in a real voting booth instead of by absentee ballot.
raced on camel-back (and won).
rode an elephant.
made at least four new friends.
traveled to: Jaisalmir, Jodhpur, Udaipur, Calcutta, Agra, Delhi, London, San Diego, Santa Barbara, Seattle.
was paid to travel somewhere, for the first time.
moved back in with my parents, which is alternatively fun, safe, and intellectually stimulating, and horrifically unpleasant, depending on the day, or hour, or minute.
earned enough money to (sort of) support myself.
re-discovered the regency period, and watched as the whole world seemed to converge on it, joyously.
learnt to play whist.
got a cellphone, and joined the age of communication.
killed three computers and resurrected two.
drank absinthe (and enjoyed it greatly).
was intrigued, by many possibilities.
went to see four extremely good plays, and two very bad ones.
joined a gym.
began learning medieval welsh.
started two novels.
wrote one poem.
wrote three long essays on Shakespeare, Ursula Le Guin, and the Mabinogion.
movie, book, television and music list to follow tomorrow.
Now must flee to small gathering thing.
Happy New Year, Everyone. I hope this coming year is a more compassionate, safer, and better one than the last - for all of us. Blessed be.