juldea: (mishakal)
I want the time and money to:

Cook more from scratch
Join a vegetable, fruit, meat, andor dairy CSA
Compost
Grow vegetables and herbs
Get my private pilot's certification
Knit more
Take a sewing course to learn all the basics I am ignorant of
Sew more
Learn quilting
Practice piano
Practice horn
Join a community band/symphony/orchestra
Take a Thai cooking class
Organize my mp3 collection
Keep the sink from becoming full of dirty dishes
Roomba the living room more regularly
Keep my desk area clean
Exercise more
Play more Dance Central and Rock Band
Bellydance
Read more books, both fun (sci-fi/fantasy) and educational (Great Books)
LARP regularly
Write a LARP
Volunteer for cons I like (Arisia, Intercon)
Be more involved in politics/community
Take a vacation out of the country
Take more vacations that aren't cons/meetups
Go on a cruise
Go skiing
juldea: (mishakal)
I want the time and money to:

Cook more from scratch
Join a vegetable, fruit, meat, andor dairy CSA
Compost
Grow vegetables and herbs
Get my private pilot's certification
Knit more
Take a sewing course to learn all the basics I am ignorant of
Sew more
Learn quilting
Practice piano
Practice horn
Join a community band/symphony/orchestra
Take a Thai cooking class
Organize my mp3 collection
Keep the sink from becoming full of dirty dishes
Roomba the living room more regularly
Keep my desk area clean
Exercise more
Play more Dance Central and Rock Band
Bellydance
Read more books, both fun (sci-fi/fantasy) and educational (Great Books)
LARP regularly
Write a LARP
Volunteer for cons I like (Arisia, Intercon)
Be more involved in politics/community
Take a vacation out of the country
Take more vacations that aren't cons/meetups
Go on a cruise
Go skiing
juldea: (hold me!)
90 second video. I really don't want to say too much about this, because the message is strongest if you go into it blank. It doesn't take up a lot of your time. Sound is not necessary for the message, though apparently the song used is powerful for some people.



video transcript/description and rambling thoughts here )
juldea: (hold me!)
90 second video. I really don't want to say too much about this, because the message is strongest if you go into it blank. It doesn't take up a lot of your time. Sound is not necessary for the message, though apparently the song used is powerful for some people.



video transcript/description and rambling thoughts here )
juldea: (geek girl)
A few various people have done a "list 15 books you like" meme, but I've been inspired by [livejournal.com profile] londo's ponderings over his list to instead list 15 books that are extremely important to me and my growth andor change as a person.

1. Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged. I've never been apologetic about it; Rand is my favorite fantasy author, and I reread her fiction every few years. Finding her books in junior year of high school was monumentally important to my evolution as a person.

2. J.R. "Bob" Dobbs, The Book of the Subgenius. My first look into alternate... anything.

3. Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman, The Dragonlance Chronicles, and if it's necessary to pick one, Dragons of Winter Night. The first fantasy books I ever found. I pick Winter Night because one of my only memories from pre-high-school was ambushing my brother (who was the owner of the books) as he came home one day to rant at him about the "great reveal" of the book.

4. "J", The Sensuous Woman. Honestly, I bought this book off of the 5-cent rack at the library just to shock a classmate. Then, one day, I ended up reading it. And I think I benefited in the long run.

5. Herman Roucher, Ode to Billy Joe. Lent to me by [livejournal.com profile] red_ervish in college, one of the first books to ... well, actually, if I tell you what it's about, it spoils the plot.

6. Robert Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Critically important to my curiosity in philosophy and values.

7. Willo Davis Roberts, The Girl with the Silver Eyes. Okay, so maybe THIS was the first fantasy I ever read - Dragonlance was just the first sword and dragons fantasy. This is a YA book about a girl with ESP powers due to her mother having been pregnant and working at a drug factory, and the girl's attempts to find the six other kids in the world who had also been born with these powers. It still sticks with me.

8. Lao-Tzu, Tao Te Ching. First Eastern philosophy/religion book I ever read, in high school.

9. Carl Sagan, Contact. Because there's so much out there, and we - I - need to keep looking.

10. John T. Molloy, The New Women's Dress for Success. I read this after college, and while I don't follow all of the rules (short women should apparently never, ever wear long skirts, and hair as long as mine is RIGHT out), I feel like it did inform me about businesswear when I didn't have a clue before.

...and now I'm getting kicked out of [livejournal.com profile] contradictacat's living room, so I'll have to finish later.
juldea: (geek girl)
A few various people have done a "list 15 books you like" meme, but I've been inspired by [livejournal.com profile] londo's ponderings over his list to instead list 15 books that are extremely important to me and my growth andor change as a person.

1. Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged. I've never been apologetic about it; Rand is my favorite fantasy author, and I reread her fiction every few years. Finding her books in junior year of high school was monumentally important to my evolution as a person.

2. J.R. "Bob" Dobbs, The Book of the Subgenius. My first look into alternate... anything.

3. Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman, The Dragonlance Chronicles, and if it's necessary to pick one, Dragons of Winter Night. The first fantasy books I ever found. I pick Winter Night because one of my only memories from pre-high-school was ambushing my brother (who was the owner of the books) as he came home one day to rant at him about the "great reveal" of the book.

4. "J", The Sensuous Woman. Honestly, I bought this book off of the 5-cent rack at the library just to shock a classmate. Then, one day, I ended up reading it. And I think I benefited in the long run.

5. Herman Roucher, Ode to Billy Joe. Lent to me by [livejournal.com profile] red_ervish in college, one of the first books to ... well, actually, if I tell you what it's about, it spoils the plot.

6. Robert Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Critically important to my curiosity in philosophy and values.

7. Willo Davis Roberts, The Girl with the Silver Eyes. Okay, so maybe THIS was the first fantasy I ever read - Dragonlance was just the first sword and dragons fantasy. This is a YA book about a girl with ESP powers due to her mother having been pregnant and working at a drug factory, and the girl's attempts to find the six other kids in the world who had also been born with these powers. It still sticks with me.

8. Lao-Tzu, Tao Te Ching. First Eastern philosophy/religion book I ever read, in high school.

9. Carl Sagan, Contact. Because there's so much out there, and we - I - need to keep looking.

10. John T. Molloy, The New Women's Dress for Success. I read this after college, and while I don't follow all of the rules (short women should apparently never, ever wear long skirts, and hair as long as mine is RIGHT out), I feel like it did inform me about businesswear when I didn't have a clue before.

...and now I'm getting kicked out of [livejournal.com profile] contradictacat's living room, so I'll have to finish later.
juldea: (hold me!)
It's hard to figure out how to start this post. So I'll go with the trite and simple: today something momentous happened to me. It was a fairly normal day as far as actual events go, but as far as me internally, this day needs a big black X on the calendar. I don't know if relating it will make sense to anyone else, but here we go:

My Sunday D&D game ended early, meaning I could show up to [livejournal.com profile] faerieboots's a cappella group's concert only a little bit late instead of missing most if not all of it. I got there about 30-45 minutes in. There was a song or two, and then two of the members, the lead female and the only male, stood up front and announced, "This song is about the future," and began singing.

It's hard to describe the next few minutes. At some point early on I realized there were tears running down my face. Someone took me and who I am and my hopes and dreams and worldview and understood it all and wrote it into a song. I write and erase over and over here, and maybe I should just stop there with that description and link you to the song.

http://adapalmer.com/sassafrass/somebodywill.html

When the song ended and I had dried off my tears, I turned to usernamenumber and said, "Well, I'm done." I consider the $14 I paid to get into that concert to solely to be paid for that song. (I still stayed for the rest of the concert, and it was pretty awesome stuff, but I had been put through the wringer by that track and nothing else got as close.) When the show ended, I checked their CD's tracklist, saw the song on it, and ran out of the venue to find an ATM so that I could have cash to purchase the CD. After I returned, I found out from [livejournal.com profile] faerieboots that the female vocalist of that performance was the one who wrote the song. I approached her. I told her that the nearly-$30 I had just spent I considered solely for the purpose of that song, and that it was not nearly enough in comparison to what that song existing means to me. She responded immediately with, "Would you like the sheet music?" So now I have the arrangement for alto and tenor. Just... bampf.

I am sad to find that the album cut is a solo version and not as powerful as the live duet, but I can still sing along to it, and with the music and Ada's blessing I can take it and make it my own, and I am a different person for having this opportunity.

So that's what happened to me today.
juldea: (hold me!)
It's hard to figure out how to start this post. So I'll go with the trite and simple: today something momentous happened to me. It was a fairly normal day as far as actual events go, but as far as me internally, this day needs a big black X on the calendar. I don't know if relating it will make sense to anyone else, but here we go:

My Sunday D&D game ended early, meaning I could show up to [livejournal.com profile] faerieboots's a cappella group's concert only a little bit late instead of missing most if not all of it. I got there about 30-45 minutes in. There was a song or two, and then two of the members, the lead female and the only male, stood up front and announced, "This song is about the future," and began singing.

It's hard to describe the next few minutes. At some point early on I realized there were tears running down my face. Someone took me and who I am and my hopes and dreams and worldview and understood it all and wrote it into a song. I write and erase over and over here, and maybe I should just stop there with that description and link you to the song.

http://adapalmer.com/sassafrass/somebodywill.html

When the song ended and I had dried off my tears, I turned to usernamenumber and said, "Well, I'm done." I consider the $14 I paid to get into that concert to solely to be paid for that song. (I still stayed for the rest of the concert, and it was pretty awesome stuff, but I had been put through the wringer by that track and nothing else got as close.) When the show ended, I checked their CD's tracklist, saw the song on it, and ran out of the venue to find an ATM so that I could have cash to purchase the CD. After I returned, I found out from [livejournal.com profile] faerieboots that the female vocalist of that performance was the one who wrote the song. I approached her. I told her that the nearly-$30 I had just spent I considered solely for the purpose of that song, and that it was not nearly enough in comparison to what that song existing means to me. She responded immediately with, "Would you like the sheet music?" So now I have the arrangement for alto and tenor. Just... bampf.

I am sad to find that the album cut is a solo version and not as powerful as the live duet, but I can still sing along to it, and with the music and Ada's blessing I can take it and make it my own, and I am a different person for having this opportunity.

So that's what happened to me today.
juldea: (brights)
E is well-documentedly true. (Hi, LJ!)

I have never felt the need to change N, ever.

Recent events have led me to believe that, at least for the kludgey personal understanding I have gained of it, I should accept P.

Browsing websites tonight make me wonder... F?

The problem with reading online summaries of Types, however, is they work like reading horoscopes. I could find truth in an ISTJ summary or a Capricorn's horoscope if I really wanted to. So I think I'll have to deal with my P solution - kludgey personal understanding for the win!
juldea: (brights)
E is well-documentedly true. (Hi, LJ!)

I have never felt the need to change N, ever.

Recent events have led me to believe that, at least for the kludgey personal understanding I have gained of it, I should accept P.

Browsing websites tonight make me wonder... F?

The problem with reading online summaries of Types, however, is they work like reading horoscopes. I could find truth in an ISTJ summary or a Capricorn's horoscope if I really wanted to. So I think I'll have to deal with my P solution - kludgey personal understanding for the win!
juldea: (mishakal)
I've been offline for a while. I've taken on responsibilities for organizations I enjoy, worked a lot, started a new relationship, prepared to move into a new apartment, traveled the country, and perhaps most influentially, ended an old relationship. All of these things cut into my ability to be online the same amount of time I used to be.

But even more is ahead - more time constraints, that is - and even more importantly than that is the question of whether or not I will ever be online the same way I used to be.

I had a plan. Maybe it wasn't written down on paper, and it wasn't even fully formed, but I was on a path, and it was a shared path. It was five years, after all. Five years. Who in the world stays with someone for five years and doesn't change the shape of their life to complement the other's? Who stays with someone for five years and doesn't start assuming that that face and that voice and that life is going to stay in a decisive role for the future?

Now I've lost that plan. I was forced off of that path, told it wasn't the one for me all along. I'm on a new path, and there are bends in the road I can't see where they go, and forks I can't tell the end destination of either side. I get to decide what happens next, and I don't have to weigh anyone else's thoughts or feelings into my decisions. From decisions as small as what to have for dinner, to whether I'll go to London this summer, to whether I should drown my problems in drinking heavily, it's all on me. Exciting, isn't it? I control my destiny. It's a headrush. I don't have to give a damn about anyone. It's all I want, I want, I want.

But as stated in one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite musicals, "It made me feel excited - well, excited and scared." Yeah, I have the reigns to this carriage, and I can ride it right off of a cliff if I want to. The future is open with infinite possibilities, and an infinite number of them will lead me to hurt. An equally infinite number will lead to happiness. Infinite numbers will seem like pain at first and end in joy, and vice-versa. And there's no way to know. No one to tell me the future. Friends can advise, analogies can be made, previous experiences related. But ultimately no one knows, and the only decision-making criterion I can fall back on is whether or not I thought something through and made the decision well enough to justify it to myself later if it turned out to be wrong. Also important, if I can learn from the wrong decisions enough to shape my future decisions towards better results.

These are the things keeping my mind occupied while I pack up the memories of my former life and prepare to start the new one.
juldea: (mishakal)
I've been offline for a while. I've taken on responsibilities for organizations I enjoy, worked a lot, started a new relationship, prepared to move into a new apartment, traveled the country, and perhaps most influentially, ended an old relationship. All of these things cut into my ability to be online the same amount of time I used to be.

But even more is ahead - more time constraints, that is - and even more importantly than that is the question of whether or not I will ever be online the same way I used to be.

I had a plan. Maybe it wasn't written down on paper, and it wasn't even fully formed, but I was on a path, and it was a shared path. It was five years, after all. Five years. Who in the world stays with someone for five years and doesn't change the shape of their life to complement the other's? Who stays with someone for five years and doesn't start assuming that that face and that voice and that life is going to stay in a decisive role for the future?

Now I've lost that plan. I was forced off of that path, told it wasn't the one for me all along. I'm on a new path, and there are bends in the road I can't see where they go, and forks I can't tell the end destination of either side. I get to decide what happens next, and I don't have to weigh anyone else's thoughts or feelings into my decisions. From decisions as small as what to have for dinner, to whether I'll go to London this summer, to whether I should drown my problems in drinking heavily, it's all on me. Exciting, isn't it? I control my destiny. It's a headrush. I don't have to give a damn about anyone. It's all I want, I want, I want.

But as stated in one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite musicals, "It made me feel excited - well, excited and scared." Yeah, I have the reigns to this carriage, and I can ride it right off of a cliff if I want to. The future is open with infinite possibilities, and an infinite number of them will lead me to hurt. An equally infinite number will lead to happiness. Infinite numbers will seem like pain at first and end in joy, and vice-versa. And there's no way to know. No one to tell me the future. Friends can advise, analogies can be made, previous experiences related. But ultimately no one knows, and the only decision-making criterion I can fall back on is whether or not I thought something through and made the decision well enough to justify it to myself later if it turned out to be wrong. Also important, if I can learn from the wrong decisions enough to shape my future decisions towards better results.

These are the things keeping my mind occupied while I pack up the memories of my former life and prepare to start the new one.
juldea: (mishakal)
Today is a weird day. I am, all in all, in a pretty damn good mood. I feel I got enough sleep, I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (as the saying goes), I have new purpley plaid socks, I have a grip on my schedule for the next week - all should be well, yes?

But as I was sitting alone in the company owner's office installing the new print server on his computer (yay, we have a new printer that was made in the last decade!) I suddenly was hit with the I'm old and fat and ugly and no one loves me and no one wants to join me for the amazing traveling roadshow wedding and have fat smart blue-eyed babies with me and grow old and grey by my side and WAHHHH blues. Harumph.

This ties into some other introspection I was doing lately: I was washing dishes with the radio on, which is about the only time I listen to broadcast radio anymore, and a new pop song came on that sampled "Sweet Home Alabama" pretty heavily in a way that was integral to the song itself. (lyrics) The song is about one's heady, heavy high school andor youth loves and looking back on them, and when listening to this song while doing dishes, it descended upon me in a way that nothing has in a while that that time is past. I am out of the running for love like that. I'm too old, too jaded, too world-weary and heartbroken. Sure, I'll fall in love again, but it won't be like that.

Then of course I reminisce about the ones that were like that. Going out to the Ridge with Lewie and dancing outside his car to whatever that damn Romeo & Juliet song was I've never been able to find since. Lying to my parents about having early band section rehearsal so that I could sneak over to Nick's house between 6:30 and 7:00am before school to fool around. Gary doing one of the most romantic things a boyfriend has ever done for me - after a day we went to the mall and fooled around and I tried on a dress that looked absolutely gorgeous but I had no business buying and nowhere to wear it, being presented with it on Valentine's Day along with tickets to the opera so I'd have someplace to wear it. (Fucking fuckass dry cleaners that later ruined the dress.) Sitting in Boston Common with Jason on a bench, foreheads pressed together in young love strong enough that a passer-by with a camera stopped and asked us if he could take our picture for a photobook of Boston he was creating.

And I think that was it. Something about every relationship after Jason is... less idealistic. Older, more grounded, more aware that True Love doesn't solve every problem, and that relationships involve pain and work and sacrifice. And really, all I can say to this is a line stolen from Into the Woods: "Isn't it nice to know a lot? And a little bit... not."
juldea: (mishakal)
Today is a weird day. I am, all in all, in a pretty damn good mood. I feel I got enough sleep, I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (as the saying goes), I have new purpley plaid socks, I have a grip on my schedule for the next week - all should be well, yes?

But as I was sitting alone in the company owner's office installing the new print server on his computer (yay, we have a new printer that was made in the last decade!) I suddenly was hit with the I'm old and fat and ugly and no one loves me and no one wants to join me for the amazing traveling roadshow wedding and have fat smart blue-eyed babies with me and grow old and grey by my side and WAHHHH blues. Harumph.

This ties into some other introspection I was doing lately: I was washing dishes with the radio on, which is about the only time I listen to broadcast radio anymore, and a new pop song came on that sampled "Sweet Home Alabama" pretty heavily in a way that was integral to the song itself. (lyrics) The song is about one's heady, heavy high school andor youth loves and looking back on them, and when listening to this song while doing dishes, it descended upon me in a way that nothing has in a while that that time is past. I am out of the running for love like that. I'm too old, too jaded, too world-weary and heartbroken. Sure, I'll fall in love again, but it won't be like that.

Then of course I reminisce about the ones that were like that. Going out to the Ridge with Lewie and dancing outside his car to whatever that damn Romeo & Juliet song was I've never been able to find since. Lying to my parents about having early band section rehearsal so that I could sneak over to Nick's house between 6:30 and 7:00am before school to fool around. Gary doing one of the most romantic things a boyfriend has ever done for me - after a day we went to the mall and fooled around and I tried on a dress that looked absolutely gorgeous but I had no business buying and nowhere to wear it, being presented with it on Valentine's Day along with tickets to the opera so I'd have someplace to wear it. (Fucking fuckass dry cleaners that later ruined the dress.) Sitting in Boston Common with Jason on a bench, foreheads pressed together in young love strong enough that a passer-by with a camera stopped and asked us if he could take our picture for a photobook of Boston he was creating.

And I think that was it. Something about every relationship after Jason is... less idealistic. Older, more grounded, more aware that True Love doesn't solve every problem, and that relationships involve pain and work and sacrifice. And really, all I can say to this is a line stolen from Into the Woods: "Isn't it nice to know a lot? And a little bit... not."
juldea: (sleepy catball)
First off - while I am posting, I still haven't read my flist in 2-3 days. That comes for later tonight after I finish my list of household and Arisia chores.

However, I need to air something out here for my friends. I think this is important for everyone to know.

In a vacuum, I would rather lie to a friend than disappoint them.

Yes, I realize that quite often, lying to someone will disappoint them if they find out. But I do this in a very spur-of-the-moment, covering-my-ass-and-avoiding-confrontation manner. It doesn't help that I have a very guilty conscience and will generally assume you are unhappy with/disappointed in me if I know you to have reason, even if I don't think you know. So if I think I can make a harmless "little white lie" to avoid admitting fault/error/bad judgment/etc on my part, I generally will.

This has bitten me in the ass before. It will again. I am alternately cool with it and not cool with it, and basically... want to see what my friends think. Does this make you less likely to trust me? Is your response, "Pfft, everyone does that!"?
juldea: (sleepy catball)
First off - while I am posting, I still haven't read my flist in 2-3 days. That comes for later tonight after I finish my list of household and Arisia chores.

However, I need to air something out here for my friends. I think this is important for everyone to know.

In a vacuum, I would rather lie to a friend than disappoint them.

Yes, I realize that quite often, lying to someone will disappoint them if they find out. But I do this in a very spur-of-the-moment, covering-my-ass-and-avoiding-confrontation manner. It doesn't help that I have a very guilty conscience and will generally assume you are unhappy with/disappointed in me if I know you to have reason, even if I don't think you know. So if I think I can make a harmless "little white lie" to avoid admitting fault/error/bad judgment/etc on my part, I generally will.

This has bitten me in the ass before. It will again. I am alternately cool with it and not cool with it, and basically... want to see what my friends think. Does this make you less likely to trust me? Is your response, "Pfft, everyone does that!"?
juldea: (mishakal)
Okay. So I can't actually give the double middle finger to 2008 and tell it to fuck off. Yes, it had more than its usual share of utter absolute crap. But there were good times, too.

Just to get this one out there: yes, this year [livejournal.com profile] londo broke up with me. That falls securely outside of the realm of "good times." However, in the time since then, I have found out so much about myself and what I'm capable of and what's at my core, and this knowledge will lead to good times in the future. And he and I have done a really damn good job of dealing with all of our issues and remaining close and friends. I really, really look forward to more good times with him in the future.

I've been at my awesome job for over a year. I've really cemented my place there and confirmed it as the place I want to be.

Serious progress on Get Out Of Debt By 30. 3/4 of credit cards paid off, the last and final and biggest one being the project for this year.

I witnessed and participated in a pretty epic national election, the results of which at least make me proud of my generation.

I threw a birthday party for the first time in a long while in 2008, and several people came and made me feel special and happy. In fact, I think 2008 can really well be characterized by the "holy shit I have awesome friends who love and care about me" year. *hugs*

I got a piano. Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] quish! And thank you, [livejournal.com profile] nightskyre and [livejournal.com profile] shogunhb and [livejournal.com profile] freerange_snark and the non-LJ people who helped me move it. ♥ ♥

Babies happened! Yay babies! (Referring to [livejournal.com profile] nightskyre and [livejournal.com profile] anitra's little one and [livejournal.com profile] k1ttycat and [livejournal.com profile] kestrel101's little one. :)

I did a completely unscripted bellydance routine for a large group of people. And didn't fail.

I made meatcakes. I got pearls. I made new friends. I went on da... well, okay, one date.

2009 is full of promise. Old friendships to keep strong, new friendships to make strong. (One is silver and the other gold...) Let's tackle it head on.
juldea: (mishakal)
Okay. So I can't actually give the double middle finger to 2008 and tell it to fuck off. Yes, it had more than its usual share of utter absolute crap. But there were good times, too.

Just to get this one out there: yes, this year [livejournal.com profile] londo broke up with me. That falls securely outside of the realm of "good times." However, in the time since then, I have found out so much about myself and what I'm capable of and what's at my core, and this knowledge will lead to good times in the future. And he and I have done a really damn good job of dealing with all of our issues and remaining close and friends. I really, really look forward to more good times with him in the future.

I've been at my awesome job for over a year. I've really cemented my place there and confirmed it as the place I want to be.

Serious progress on Get Out Of Debt By 30. 3/4 of credit cards paid off, the last and final and biggest one being the project for this year.

I witnessed and participated in a pretty epic national election, the results of which at least make me proud of my generation.

I threw a birthday party for the first time in a long while in 2008, and several people came and made me feel special and happy. In fact, I think 2008 can really well be characterized by the "holy shit I have awesome friends who love and care about me" year. *hugs*

I got a piano. Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] quish! And thank you, [livejournal.com profile] nightskyre and [livejournal.com profile] shogunhb and [livejournal.com profile] freerange_snark and the non-LJ people who helped me move it. ♥ ♥

Babies happened! Yay babies! (Referring to [livejournal.com profile] nightskyre and [livejournal.com profile] anitra's little one and [livejournal.com profile] k1ttycat and [livejournal.com profile] kestrel101's little one. :)

I did a completely unscripted bellydance routine for a large group of people. And didn't fail.

I made meatcakes. I got pearls. I made new friends. I went on da... well, okay, one date.

2009 is full of promise. Old friendships to keep strong, new friendships to make strong. (One is silver and the other gold...) Let's tackle it head on.
juldea: (mishakal)
The past two and a half months have consistently surprised me in the simple fact that when I feel like I'm about to break, I just have to look a little harder to find out that somewhere in there, I am in fact made of sterner stuff.
juldea: (mishakal)
The past two and a half months have consistently surprised me in the simple fact that when I feel like I'm about to break, I just have to look a little harder to find out that somewhere in there, I am in fact made of sterner stuff.

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