Nostalgia
::: A longing for the past, often idealized and unrealistic. :::
I've been journaling a lot over the past 24 hours. Mostly in an attempt to stay awake during the latest Battle Against Corruption (Sungard Holiday Edition 2006). I filled out a few things for myspace early this morning, and now I feel like my regular journal may get jealous. Still, you guys know how I roll. Biannual posting only. I won't even insult your intelligence by pretending that I may one day do it more often (though secretly I think I might - this is fun).
As I wandered around my war-torn apartment, cleaning things out, going through closets, throwing out junk and long-since expired food stuffs, medicines, and lotions - expressing physically the cleanout occurring spiritually and mentally. Time to come back to the real world, where people sleep and look away from their laptop, encouraging them to have relatively clean and inspiring surroundings. Marcus and I were reminiscing about past battles in regards to this. Battles where we didn't come out so unscathed, and we both agreed that we are starting to get good at this whole DEFCON 1 thing. The ability to recover afterwards is better, and there is less panicking involved. A little bit of Anger? Tension? A shift into a dialect consisting primarily of four letter words? Absolutely. Sadly I do more swearing during these times than I do all year. It seems to be a mental crutch - can't think of the noun or verb you need? Here's a word that can fill that role in a sentence. But! A few more runs through the gauntlet and it'll be like relaxing on the beach.
Also, while I was rambling on my myspace page, it asked about favorite movies. I began to think of all those movies that were your favorites as a child... that is until you watched them as an adult. Still, you can't fight the force of nostalgia. No matter how bad it is, you'll still inwardly like it. Much the same could be said for my lunch today. I felt like I was back in college again. Following a full tilt cleanout, the fridge was empty except for beer, cheese, a frozen pizza, and some bread products. I say was, because the pizza soon became my meal du jour. It was one of those chemical laced 99 cent totino's pizzas, and I loved every bit of it. My brother and I used to consider them the height of cuisine, and indeed it was my brother who, in a fit of nostalgia, bought a few of them last weekend on his way over to watch Napoleon Dynamite.
Welp, I must away. Worn-out must give way to better times.
I've been journaling a lot over the past 24 hours. Mostly in an attempt to stay awake during the latest Battle Against Corruption (Sungard Holiday Edition 2006). I filled out a few things for myspace early this morning, and now I feel like my regular journal may get jealous. Still, you guys know how I roll. Biannual posting only. I won't even insult your intelligence by pretending that I may one day do it more often (though secretly I think I might - this is fun).
As I wandered around my war-torn apartment, cleaning things out, going through closets, throwing out junk and long-since expired food stuffs, medicines, and lotions - expressing physically the cleanout occurring spiritually and mentally. Time to come back to the real world, where people sleep and look away from their laptop, encouraging them to have relatively clean and inspiring surroundings. Marcus and I were reminiscing about past battles in regards to this. Battles where we didn't come out so unscathed, and we both agreed that we are starting to get good at this whole DEFCON 1 thing. The ability to recover afterwards is better, and there is less panicking involved. A little bit of Anger? Tension? A shift into a dialect consisting primarily of four letter words? Absolutely. Sadly I do more swearing during these times than I do all year. It seems to be a mental crutch - can't think of the noun or verb you need? Here's a word that can fill that role in a sentence. But! A few more runs through the gauntlet and it'll be like relaxing on the beach.
Also, while I was rambling on my myspace page, it asked about favorite movies. I began to think of all those movies that were your favorites as a child... that is until you watched them as an adult. Still, you can't fight the force of nostalgia. No matter how bad it is, you'll still inwardly like it. Much the same could be said for my lunch today. I felt like I was back in college again. Following a full tilt cleanout, the fridge was empty except for beer, cheese, a frozen pizza, and some bread products. I say was, because the pizza soon became my meal du jour. It was one of those chemical laced 99 cent totino's pizzas, and I loved every bit of it. My brother and I used to consider them the height of cuisine, and indeed it was my brother who, in a fit of nostalgia, bought a few of them last weekend on his way over to watch Napoleon Dynamite.
Welp, I must away. Worn-out must give way to better times.