out of range
Dec. 15th, 2000 10:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireSoon I will be leaving, soon I will be locking the doors and running away from here. Soon soon soon and never soon enough.
Spoke to P. this afternoon online. He was considering making candle holders for the people he lives with as a Christmas gift. I suggested getting candles too. I miss him being around. We've never been apart for so long. Our lives continue, just in different places... it's hard.
I'm making a conscious effort not to drop so many articles and pronouns from my speech. There are no articles in Russian, and you don't say a lot of them in Czech, so... it starts to affect my English. Silly me. My head is full of languages, and I won't get a real chance to use them for another couple of days.
Weekend time. I dreaded this at first when P. left, but I've gotten used to it. I go out to Metro and see some friends, do a lot of the things I never realized I could go out and do if I wanted. Like stay up all night playing mah-jongg if I wanted, or going out during the week, just lots of little things. I can hang out and watch X-Files at someone's house and not feel guilty about it. Which I'm going to do this weekend, and I'm so looking forward to it...
Writing here still feels a little weird, but I think if I use this, it will make me concentrate more on what I'm putting down. I have a tendency not to write things down because they seem too obvious. It's been too long since I seriously worked on my writing. Now that I'm halfway through college I need to start doing that again. Writing was the only thing I lived for a time ago.
The reason I seem so happy is because I am, she said.
I need to make a grocery list before I forget.
Spoke to P. this afternoon online. He was considering making candle holders for the people he lives with as a Christmas gift. I suggested getting candles too. I miss him being around. We've never been apart for so long. Our lives continue, just in different places... it's hard.
I'm making a conscious effort not to drop so many articles and pronouns from my speech. There are no articles in Russian, and you don't say a lot of them in Czech, so... it starts to affect my English. Silly me. My head is full of languages, and I won't get a real chance to use them for another couple of days.
Weekend time. I dreaded this at first when P. left, but I've gotten used to it. I go out to Metro and see some friends, do a lot of the things I never realized I could go out and do if I wanted. Like stay up all night playing mah-jongg if I wanted, or going out during the week, just lots of little things. I can hang out and watch X-Files at someone's house and not feel guilty about it. Which I'm going to do this weekend, and I'm so looking forward to it...
Writing here still feels a little weird, but I think if I use this, it will make me concentrate more on what I'm putting down. I have a tendency not to write things down because they seem too obvious. It's been too long since I seriously worked on my writing. Now that I'm halfway through college I need to start doing that again. Writing was the only thing I lived for a time ago.
The reason I seem so happy is because I am, she said.
I need to make a grocery list before I forget.
