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Jul. 31st, 2024 09:41 pm
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The longer I delay this and the more formal I try to make this entry, the less likely it is that I'll actually finish it.

Here, without further adieu (and it's already been a VERY long adieu) is everything that major that happened to me over the past 2-3 years since my last major entry.


1) Got academically dismissed from school due to my GPA being too low. Don't want to ruminate on that too much. Got back in, tackling school anxiety, learning to actually force myself to do things I don't want to do, which

2) Took some time off for about 2 years and worked a professional, non-retail job that required me getting certified and getting my own keycard and everything. Payed pretty decently too, more than any other job has at least.
...Aaaaand I lost it due to irregular orthodontist appointments making me have to miss days of work. Also possibly my lateness issues. And my not really paying too much attention during work hours.
...Just my being unreliable in general, really.
It felt humiliating, but it was a learning experience.
...That's a pun, and nobody who reads this except me will know how.

3) Got WAY the fuck into Vtubers. I already was, but...it's a long story. This new wave called Luxiem came around, and there was this one guy who caught my attention and I liked him, and then I watched him a lot and he became my first ever only true "oshi", and that got me to start paying attention to Vtubers more and I fell deeper in the "rabbit hole" than I thought I'd been before and they helped me cope with loneliness and this fandom and especially certain sub-fandoms were some of the kindest and most mature I'd ever been a part of, it being the very first time I think I'd EVER wanted to truly be *involved* in a fandom beyond creating and consuming content, and I spent a LOT of money holy shit, and then people retired from being Vtubers and I've gotten very upset and I may have doubled over sobbing at least once and then we had companies being more blatantly sketchy than they were before and it started giving me negative feelings whenever I thought about it and I'm so confused as to what I should think and I'm also furiously bitter because this is the second time in my life I found an online "community" that motivated me to improve my life only for it to turn sour and become the subject of debate whenever it's brought up, and

And.

And it's so much to get into that I almost regret that I wasn't using this journal the entire...2 YEARS this obsession has been going on. I made an itabag for the first time! I almost participated in a fanzine. I got in fan debates. It's been...something. Pretty much took over my life.

One that note, one of said Vtubers got me really into something else that's grabbed me by the horns and yanked me in.

4) I...got into danmei. I picked one up out of curiosity because one of my oshis was a huge danmei lover, and I decided to take the plunge and read it. I don't know why I decided to. But I've fallen in love with the imagery of beautiful men in flowing robes and long hair dancing across the water and twirling through the air, against the backdrop of the sparkling scene of a seemingly endless forest of bamboo, and mountains that plateu like the tables of gods, and martial arts that involve having to spin in the air about 17 times before landing a punch. I...really like it. It's been my escape. I never really related to weebtakus who were so obsessed with Sengoku Era Japan and how "cool" samurai were, but I...think I understand now. Chinese historical fantasy. Yeah.
I've read a 1000 page book almost three times.

5) I started playing Genshin Impact on a whim.

6) I go to cons now! I'm at least trying to. There're devastatingly fun.

7) To cope with the fallout from the Vtuber thing, I started bindging South Park, and now that's my new thing.

8) I finally. Finally. F I N A L L Y. Got a new and proper graphics card. Being able to play games I want on my PC is everything I ever could've dreamed it would be.


...That's all for now.
corviduality: Concept art of a strange man, from the game, The Longest Journey. (Life goes on...)
And yet for some reason I feel so strangely disconnected. My heart's just not really in it.

Not depressed, just...unenthused.


...Mayhaps it's because I have things I need to do? Both personally and...er
Not personally. I guess.


Blah...

Ah, also...

Apr. 1st, 2023 09:11 pm
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Muscle pains this bad also mean I'm verrry likely not going to the gym. Which upsets me. Because I was just starting my Abs Arc, and my body is weird and finicky and, I swear, when I skip more than one day it's like I get set back two weeks.



...I go to the gym now! A lot. And I *am* developing a pretty solid abdomen. Hand to God.
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I kick my ass into actually dedicating a day to writing, for the first time in...I don't even want to think of how long, and I head down to the local library, get a consistent stream of words to document going........and suddenly start getting muscle pains that get so bad that it becomes unbearable and I have to go home so I can lie down.

...I'm sitting in a hot bath, because the pains are so bad that it's impossible for me to judt sleep it off.

...I'm pissed.




....I'm also going to try writing in this again. I can worry about a "recap entry" later; I know that if I don't start something because I'm waiting for the "right time", I'll never get to it.
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I had a dream last night that my grandmother's body's eyes were missing and we were theorizing whether the cat ate them.

...Yeesh.

Anyway, this morning I RAMMED one of my toes into the cat's scratching-post-thing so hard that it SHOVED the nail back into the toe proper and now I have something Google tells me is "subungual hematoma", aka a blood vessel probably burst and now blood is visibly gathering under the nail and it hurts. ;_;
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...Where I can tell my dad is in a...volatile mood. Probably because he's stressed about something or other. And my mother in turn will get stressed out in turn.

...It feels like one of those mornings where I feel like I won't be comforted if I ask for it. Not in any way that feels helpful, anyway.

...I make it sound like I'm in some horribly neglectful environment, and I'm really not. I just don't feel comfortable in this place, sometimes. I get anxious and feel like I can't relax.
corviduality: Concept art of a strange man, from the game, The Longest Journey. (Life goes on...)
Because this is kind of a big thing to go through, and Christ knows I'm likely not going to share my thoughts with any other person in the family; maybe to my therapist (btw I got a new therapist. Actually a New new therapist- actually a new new NEW therapist, more on that another day, probably) but not likely in any coherent way, and the big benefit to writing in this more often is that it serves as my own little memory-pool-thing from Harry Potter, where I can pluck them out and keep them somewhere.

(Real-time journaling here- just had to get up to answer the door, and it was some guys from the funeral home. Family confronts this shit with no hesitation, goodness.)

Anywaste...

...Lost my damn train of thought. Feck.

It's cold.

Jan. 1st, 2023 09:49 pm
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A half-hearted New Year’s Resolution I had for this year was to write in this journal more often. Ideally, every day. Optimistically, at least a few times a week. Realistically, at all.
I’ve been kind of kick-started into doing so now, right this moment, and to write it like a normal entry that hasn’t come in after about 2 years of hiatus, and without a big recap about everything that’s been going on in my life since then, because…

…Tonight, the first day of 2023, my grandma passed away. I’m not that upset by it.

…Hell of a way to start the New Year….but, really. I’m...alright. It’s been one of those things I might write a bigger recap-entry about later on down the line, for the sake of preservation (which the biggest reason why keeping this journal is important to me; preserving feelings and thoughts, keeping snapshots of myself for me to look back and reflect on, working against my kind of shitty memory…) but it’s been a long time coming. Hospice, they called it. Letting the person die peacefully at home rather than hooking them up to a bunch of feeding tubes and necessitating them so they can just add more hours to their life time than actually *Live*, with a capital “L” (and not rhyming with “hive”). I like that. I respect it much more than the alternative. I’m not bothered.

…Really, I’m just…not. I’m not bothered. I’m…relieved, if anything. Her failing health felt to me like it was this overlooming thing, and now it’s off my shoulders. Our shoulders, I should probably say. No more worrying about her.
The real thing to be worrying about now is 1) Grandpa, who’s devastated in his own, logical, straightforward way, and 2) my sister, who is…less good at dealing with these things.



Happy New Year, Happy 2023. It’s a fresh start. Things die in the Winter, other things bloom in the Spring.
I can’t tell you what the hell I mean by that, ‘cause I sure as fuck dunno. It’s like…it’s like a tarot card. It’s ambiguous, and read into it and what it could mean, and you use that as a lens for how you’ll approach the future.

.....Oh. One more thing.
I went down, saw the dead body. My grandma’s dead body; can’t do any harm to just say it out loud, and if anything it helps me confront it.
…’Cept, I sort of already did. Directly. In a sense. Went in to see her. Even touched her hand, just to see if dead bodies really are cold as they all say, but I’d never known her not to have cold, bony hands, so I probably couldn’t have told you the difference if you asked me. Point is, I went to see her, and what I gathered from that experience is that I never need to do that again because, in less poetic language, it was

I'm trying to come up with a way to describe it that doesn't use the word "fuck/fucking" (in an adjective sense, obviously) but that's the kind of language that comes out of my mouth when something really, really shocks me and what I'm realizing right now is that I wasn't "shocked", so much as just...disturbed. It was disturbing. Or just unpleasant. She was pretty much grey already, and her mouth was hanging open, her eyes about a quarter open, and...yeah. Decided I didn't need to get to familiar with that- the remaining body. In spite of the morbid person I often consider myself.

Nope.

Yeah, no, didn't need to do that; glad I did, good life experience, really made myself think about things and just confront the facts of life and shit, but yeah no that's not something I need to see again, thank you. I now know what it looks like when a (human) family member has just died, and I'll use this knowledge I've gained to never ever do so again because it's unsettling. Did you know it's unsettling to see a dead person? And a dead person you knew very personally when they were alive, at that? Revelation of a lifetime, I know, I should write this shit on a stone tablet.
(/sarcasm)
corviduality: Concept art of a strange man, from the game, The Longest Journey. (Life goes on...)
I want to write, but I can't.

I need medication.

So I can read, and think, and write without feeling like I'm pulling out my own teeth.

I'm writing this so I can say I got something done that I've meant to for a while, and maybe that will take some emotional weight off.

Later, when I can, I want to write a more substantial entry. Writing in this brought me joy, and I've been avoiding it for too long. I don't have the energy to explain at this moment.

I'm going to hunker down for the night, play Genshin Impact, try to squeeze some positive emotions out of mindless grinding, and hope that, by tomorrow morning, things will be back in order.
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I think quarantine is starting to get to me. I'm finding it hard to do anything, let alone write this entry. -_-; I need to get ot more.

Pssst.

Oct. 21st, 2020 01:08 pm
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I'm in class right now. (Online class, of course.)

We're supposed to be discussing Brave New World but the professor and a student and discussing non-paradoxal time-travel.

Once this is over I think I'll try getting some work done at the library.

And perhaps I'll FINALLY go about getting my laptop fixed...


UPDATE: Now they're talking about UFC fighters.
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I slept...

For a BILLION YEARS yesterday...

I don't know why. I don't remember being that tired, and it's not like I've been missing out on all that much sleep. Been sleeping too much, if you ask me. Good way to avoid working or worrying.

"I'll do this or that after I take my nap!" You know.

Maybe I just had a lot I needed to sleep off- my dreams didn't reflect my worries the same way they normally do though.
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Geh...

I keep wanting to write journal entries, but all the ones I want to write would take so much time and effort that it scares me away from trying...and also I feel too guilty that time spent crafting a Dreamwidth entry could be better used on school work. That I seriously need to catch up on. Because I'm far too good at scaring myself out of doing it.

*huffs* Small steps tonight. Let's try that.

In better news, I've picked up a new book. It's a homosexual-tinged interpretation of the myth of Achilles.
Yep. The Song of Achilles. A passionate male/male romance set against a backdrop of Greeco/Roman history. No way I couldn't pick it up, even if I hadn't heard good things about it.

In less-than-better news, I'm tempted to read it when I should be reading other things for class. Eh-heh...

I'm also making a note here that I want to read Blood Meridian. I've taken an interest in Westerns lately. That's all I'll say about that for now...

...The neighbors are throwing some batshit insanely loud party.

...Do...do I hear a fucking DJ? The hell are they even celebrating? It sounds like a YMCA Youth Night out there.

...I now hear some godawful remix that samplesthe nose-whistle from the Spongebob Squarepants theme.

I should be working right now.
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...

...I randomly checked out The Guy's Twitter today. Because, see, I was browsing through my old Twitter likes to kill time, and caught his profile picture and noticed it'd changed and got curious, because he looked different- shaved his beard again- but also felt weirdly brave, like I wanted to test if I could look at him actually existing and not be driven to a breakdown, and...

Something was different. I don't know what.

And I don't know why, but I had a...moment. I don't know if I'd call it an epiphany. A moment of clarity, perhaps.

The person I "knew" all those years ago...my most beloved and revered idol,
the most brilliant person to me on the internet, in the world, that I'd ever met in my entire life,
that BEHEAMOTHLY, WILDLY, HORRIFICALLY obsessive crush,
the person whose shadow loomed over me for years, and still sort of does, just retreating into my own and sliding back into the edges and poking its head out if I let it get dark enough...

...I think he's gone. Really. Forever, this time.

Not that I think he's become all that different as a person. I can't say, because I only managed to look at his Twitter for a minute before I started getting those hot flashes on my face that I get when I start seeing or feeling something I really don't want to; but also because I never knew that person in the first place.

He was real, but he's become progressively not-real, because I never really knew him, and the "relationship" I had with him that was all in my head, the friendship and comradery


...lol. You wanna know what it was that sparked this whole thing? I just found out that, a few years ago, he came out as bisexual. It didn't upset me or any shit like that, but it shocked me; he's BI?! How?! When!? The person I knew, I could never picture as being bisexual...

But then, I realized, how could I ever even say that, when I never knew him in the first place?

I feel...lonelier. Like I'm realizing I had false memories- but I literally did. It's like some part of me really believed I had a real friendship, and I've only just come to accept that it was all a lie- but only half of that is true.

That's it.
That's all.
It's over.
It's finished.
It never really started.
And that's okay. That's great.

I'm free. I was always free. There was never anyone watching me, or waiting for me, or expecting me to be anything.

It's always been me, in my head, and the people in my life.

You- self- you have all these memories of "friendship", and they were really nothing, and from here on out they'll start to vanish- more than they were before- but that's okay, because you've lost nothing. There's no collateral damage to worry about, nobody who really saw you in those unhinged and upsetting moments, and nobody will ever know about them unless you tell them. It's just you.

It's always been you. Just you. That's a pretty good start.






I'll probably edit this later. I have real things I need to do first.
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I tried to talk with the management about the whole "obsession with suicide" thing and...

*sigh* I don't know why I even brought it up. It's not like I care about her input. I think I've just been on-edge and I just wanted to shock someone. I didn't even fully describe what I was thinking.

Damn waste of time, that's what it is.
My thoughts lose all their color and poetry when I tell them to someone else. There are some things I need to keep hidden from others, or risk losing myself.

...

*chugs strawberry Nesquik*

Phew.

Sep. 28th, 2020 08:09 pm
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Okay. Tomorrow.
Do phonetics work. Read more Hitchhikers Guide. Do WASP work. That's at least something to start the morning.

And remember that what you're intimidated by isn't work, it's anticipating that you'll fail.
corviduality: Concept art of a strange man, from the game, The Longest Journey. (Life goes on...)
I'm certain there are people who have love for me, but I don't really feel it. Or rather, I just can't bring myself to care. I somewhat wonder if I'd be happier if there was no one in my life that liked me at all. Perhaps I wouldn't feel as disappointed; in who, I don't know. A complete disconnect does sound better than being the dead line in a one-sided relationship.

Perhaps the love I have right now isn't the love I really crave?



...I need to write more. That's my great love.
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The only thing I can remember about my dream last night is that there was a TvTropes page called, "Retain Player to Remain Calm in Case of All Shark Attacks".

Feels like a follow-up to that other dream I had a few months back, where Bret and Jemaine from Flight of the Concords were composing a song with some other musician I couldn't recognize, called, "Bob Dylan Is Crazy High on Life and Optimism."
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*monotone*
Need a job. Need friends. Need to actually put care and effort into cultivating my hobbies. Need to read more books. Need to learn more shit. Need to do stuff and stop putting off until tommorow every single little thing I want to do before I die.

Baby steps, baby steps...not every day needs to be THE day you make a major change to your life...need to be not afraid to have love and passion for life.

Need to...BE DOING THE SCHOOLWORK I'VE BEEN PUTTING OFF FOR AN EMBARASSINGLY LONG TIME AAAAAAAAAHHH-

Feh...

Sep. 25th, 2020 01:56 am
corviduality: Concept art of a strange man, from the game, The Longest Journey. (Life goes on...)
*sigh*...Someday, when I'm far out of college, I'm going to miss having been in it.

Or at least miss being considered slightly less of an adult.
I miss only just starting my degree, that's for sure. Always, time goes by way too fast. Stop going so fast, time.

...

*siiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

I wish it was 2005 or 2007 or some other earlier year where the internet was more niche and I didn't have social media shoving it in your face that you live in the WORST TIME IN HUMAN HISTORY when, logistically, you really don't.
I don't deserve to deal with all this stress at the apex of my young life.



...Wow, I was actually really nice to myself for a second there.
What the fuck.
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