That means next year, I'll be able to celebrate 10 years of this nonsensical journal. I should lock all my earliest posts, because seriously. It's just embarassing. I've changed a lot in 10 years. I can't say it's been for bad or for good, but I am a different person.
I'm growing and pushing forward in the way I think is best, whether it actually is or not. I would like to think I've matured a little bit, learned a little more about patience, acceptance, and the world around me. I'd also like to think I'm not as much of an idiot as I was when I was just getting out of highschool and starting college. (graduated HS '98, started college the following fall, started dating Matt in '99, started LJ in 2000, missed early adopter by about 2 months, graduated college in 2003& got married the same year)
But hey! If maturity = the weight I gained between college and now... I'm so full of maturity it's awesome. :/ Yeah, I have a long way to go yet.
Check back with me in about a week or so, and I should be able to say I've hit the 20 lb lost marker. I don't want to plan farther ahead than the next 5 pounds, so I can stay motivated. So, I just go in 5 lb increments. 30 will be a big number, though, and I'll tell you why when I get there, eventually... I hope.
I finished Ursula LeGuin's "The Other Wind" today. This means I'm totally out of Earthsea books. I would be ok with it if she never wrote another. Not becasue they are bad. I love them, and I think they are fantastic. I just couldn't bear the next one, because I'm certain it would happen many years from the one I just finished. I think many characters I love would be dead from old age, and I don't think I'd be able to handle that :X
I think that's one of the reasons I couldn't stay interested in the Xanth series. After "A Spell for Chameleon," the following books picked up with say, the son of the main character, or his son, etc. You want to go back to those books in a world you love with characters you love, but things change. People change, and even in fictional worlds, people get old and die. That's one of the things that makes them good, but it's also difficult to keep reading. Maybe I'm just a total book dork, but when an author kills off a character I'm really attached to, I do cry. Except in the last Harry Potter. I didn't cry at all there, but nothing I could say about the last Harry Potter book would be nice or good.
Anyway.. I forgot where I was going with all of that, but it's dinner time, I'm hungry, and I'm going to go teach myself how to make a greek cucumber salad.