I really shouldn't have. I was throwing a temper tantrum, and it's not like that temper tantrum really changed anything. I kept blogging, I just started it under a new url. Same account, same ease to find.
I'm kind of an idiot, I suppose. But I really loved having this blog. I'm not necessarily pleased with how melodramatic it became, even though it was all in earnest. It's weird to think that I thought I could erase all of that by making it go away. Except I didn't, really. I saved all of it. Everything is in here as a draft. Every embarrassing word. Welp. Let's try this again. I have so many fucking bogs now that I can barely keep track. At the very least, I should keep this one around. I've had it for such a long time. About five years, exactly, if I'm not mistaken.
So. Let's see. I still talk far too much and say barely anything. I've mastered that, and I'm not terribly keen on giving that up.
In the year and a half since I turned this off, I have:
started pursuing my MS in psychology
moved to Texas
got married (twice! kind of!)
started a podcast (it's popular enough, surprisingly)
gone vegan (except I flat out refuse to give up honey. Maybe I'm just a REALLY strict vegetarian that doesn't give a fuck about bees?)
traveled a fuck load (the highlight being Jamaica)
Stayed off of social media (technically, I haven't, because I have to keep my facebook active to keep my podcast page and my photography page open)
Acquired two new cats, Arbus (black and white, so named for my love of Diane Arbus. We cll her Murbles) and Popato (an orange tabby that was a stray, but we've taken him in and fattened him up, and we call him Paytoo)
Quit smoking (that was a BIG one. I still have the occasional cigarette if I'm in social circles and drinking, but I've only had...oh, maybe ten since I quit?)
Quit working to stay on course with school (I miss it, but I also hate working, so it's a draw)
I've also kept up with photography. I've done a few weddings (I have another coming up in a little under two weeks), done a few family shoots, but mostly, it's all been for me.
Let's see:
This is far, far, FAR from an exhaustive list of the photos I've taken in the last year and a half. But they're some of my favorites. My husband and I have turned our house into a gallery of sorts. All of our work is featured on our walls, and it's pretty nice to have people comment on them when they come over.
Hubs bought me a 5D mkiii for Christmas, and this makes three bodies in the ol' collection. I am in need of a new lens, but something is keeping me from pulling the trigger on the two I want.
What else?
I have my white privilege conference in a few months, I'll be packed to the gills with classes (nobody told me I'd have to ACTUALLY work at masters level classes. What kind of horseshit is this??), I have a few trips scheduled in the next few months (Colorado, Missouri, Motha fuckin' New Orleans!!!!!!!!, a midwest tour, and we're bandying around the idea of spending the summer visiting the National Parks. I'm doing my best to whine my way into Banff, but I think Hubs is going to stop short of drifting over into Canada from Glacier National Park), I have so many books to read, and I'll eventually have to get around to finishing House of Cards. Did it jump the shark for anybody else at the end of season one? I can't quite get past it.
Steffie and I are doing a branch off of our podcast that will focus on art and literature and movies, because why not? Even though people don't want to hear about those things as much as they want to hear about dicks, it seems. But oh, well.
I do have a fuck ton of school work to get started. It's my first day back after a not nearly long enough break, and The University of Colorado is a fucking douchey mistress. I'm also really fucking hungry, and a cup of coffee just isn't cutting it today.
I'm still the same.
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