I hooked up tonight....
I'm terrified of death.
I mean, most people are. But I am too, I mean I really am.
I don't know how or when or why this started, I just remember it's been going on for over a year now, I think.
My computer has now been converted to a dual boot system and i am now typing this on IceWeasel using CrunchBang. I have begun what I hope to be a transition to using GNU/Linux as my primary OS kernel, and CrunchBang as my primary OS. Open source software is the best. Now I'll have to figure out a way to partition more hard drive space to this system so I can make room for all my music.
In other news, this has transported me to the center of existence today:
Yeah, I had to put my cat down last night. I knew her health was failing, but it didn't make the decision any easier. We had named her Josie( actually, my sister named her) and I was just a year old when my mother brought her home. Josie was double-pawed which is why my mother chose her from a litter of six kittens. She was a great cat, extremely proficient hunter, and of course, she was lovable.
Well, I have a girlfriend now. Officially, as in that's what we're calling each other now. It seems illogical to dive into a relationship with someone you haven't yet met in person, but hey, we talk on the phone, we text, we see pictures of each other online. I don't have Skype though. She calls me babe, which feels weird but not bad but not excellent either. Oftentimes I don't really know how I feel about everything in general. But more on that later.
Been on this site for a while. Should really be sleeping, but I am sort of in a manic mood and have been unable to sleep. Also, I bought a new phone and left my laptop in the office, so I am writing this all out on a smartphone. It is quite tedious.
Briefly skimmed Jeff's post about the future of this site. I broadly agree with his sentiments and don't really have a solution. I'll probably write a more comprehensive response to it all when I have the time and am on a computer. It will be sad to see the site go, and if possible, hopefully we will be able to restructure and rejuvenate it.
There were times when Oasis was my outlet for when I had a bad day, or when I had a really great one. This is still the place I share things that my friends might not understand but people here would. This place is still, now more recently, a creative outlet. There are some great people here, we all have our bad days and good days.
Could be! This recent study from researchers at Ohio State University and Boston University suggests that it's quite likely:
We decided as a group to co-write a journal discussing Oasis and what it means to us, and ways that maybe it can be made better? This took some effort on our part, and lots of sneaking around and texts to accomplish but we hope that as writers on here we can advance the one place where we can publicly be ourselves.
What Does Oasis Mean To Us?
Mmm things have been a bit of a downer recently. Slightly.
As most of you probably know, I got a job shaking signs at Value Village, hooray, I'm optimistic about the chances of it turning into a more permanent position.
I don't remember if I mentioned it here, but heading to work involves going through a bit of peril, living as I do next to the world's largest building by volume, the Boeing plant in Everett, and work is on the other side, and at about the same time I get on work, those mechanics are getting off.
So, I have a presentation later today. It's my first one, so I'm a little nervous, especially because I have to start off. (I picked being the person who starts off, though, because it gave me the easiest portion of the information. I think it was a fair trade.) We had to do a practice-run in front of the TA last night, and that went pretty well, I think. She actually said I did a really good job, except I'm not quite loud enough. I have a really quiet voice. In high school, we had to take a speech class, and I'd always get B's even though the content of my speeches was admittedly better than almost everyone else's because I just couldn't make my voice loud enough. The TA said I was the most prepared person of my group, though, so that was good. I like my group members, even though there's one guy who doesn't really do enough.
For anyone who bookmarks Journals and skips the main page of the site, I wanted to make sure you saw this:
Comment there, please.
About a year ago, I decided that it was time to stop smoking before I did any further damage on my vocal cords. I have always been able to sing decently well, but smoking was destroying that. So, I quit and for the past year, have been focusing on improving my vocal cords so that I may pursue my dream of singing.
Watching Six Feet Under always gets me introspective, so here goes:
I don't really know anyone, nor does anyone know me. I mean, we're born alone and we die alone, but that doesn't mean we have to live alone. I know I've said that before, but it's more true now than it's ever been before.
Danny Heiden sounds like a quite impressive young man. Read about him here in his local newspaper: