Orange Peels
May. 22nd, 2004 04:01 pmToday I have created a LiveJournal. It's quite exciting and shiny and new, and not yet full of random posts of whatever's on my mind at a given point of time.
It's one of those afternoons, actually. I got a bit of time away from the bees, so Dina and I took random pictures of each other in our back yard to use for various profiling purposes--Friendster and the like. Having a digital camera is fun, although I feel like I spend a lot more time fooling around with pictures than I did when I used regular old film. Speaking of which, there's still some to be used up at some point.
Anyway, hopefully I'll eventually start updating this with all of my adventures in Costa Rica, where I'm headed this summer. In the meantime, well, maybe I'll lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling.
On the other hand, maybe I'll do chores.
That's the problem with being a quote-unquote adult. Chores. Not that I really mind them, just that yesterday I realized that I feel guilty whenever I'm not doing anything productive. Quote-unquote. How bad is that? Art has fallen to the side, as has any attempt to even find a piano to play. Reading has vanished. And I keep finding myself watching television. Scary.
On the other hand, I did go out and up and buy a few too many bumper stickers from northernsun.com.
It's one of those afternoons, actually. I got a bit of time away from the bees, so Dina and I took random pictures of each other in our back yard to use for various profiling purposes--Friendster and the like. Having a digital camera is fun, although I feel like I spend a lot more time fooling around with pictures than I did when I used regular old film. Speaking of which, there's still some to be used up at some point.
Anyway, hopefully I'll eventually start updating this with all of my adventures in Costa Rica, where I'm headed this summer. In the meantime, well, maybe I'll lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling.
On the other hand, maybe I'll do chores.
That's the problem with being a quote-unquote adult. Chores. Not that I really mind them, just that yesterday I realized that I feel guilty whenever I'm not doing anything productive. Quote-unquote. How bad is that? Art has fallen to the side, as has any attempt to even find a piano to play. Reading has vanished. And I keep finding myself watching television. Scary.
On the other hand, I did go out and up and buy a few too many bumper stickers from northernsun.com.