tanaise | (no subject)

M'ris did this recently, and I was prowling through my journal this night, looking for the write up I'm sure I did about my dad insisting that the opposite of pronate was antinate and getting the CEO of a dictionary site to back him up. But there isn't yet a search feature for my journal, so woe. It was fun, reading old posts. I love the ones about stories the most, usually, because sometimes that's exactly what I did with a story, and sometimes it's so far from it that I laff.

Anyways. A year ago I was Here. I recommend the following day, personally, but that week looks sort of...boring.

Two years ago, I was...Two years ago October we'd just moved? No. THat's three years ago October. Hmm. I think two years ago November was just like last year, except I had more disposable income, seeing as I hadn't been at Clarion.

5 years ago November I was in my senior year. It would be about...7th week? Me and Chris went to Chicago for thanksgiving.

6 years ago, I was in Rome. No, wait. I was in Rome 6 years ago exactly, but Wednesday night we flew to Madrid and I had chicken nuggets from Burger King for Thanksgiving dinner--I'd planned my visit too late to get in to the Madrid program's Thanksgiving dinner. And after dinner, we went to Galleria Joie, which was right across the street from our hostel because we were very swank and completely downtown with a fabulous room for $30 a night total, $15 apiece, and got confused at the names of countries, and wore EU tags all night, instead of EEUU tags, which were apparently the ones we wanted to be wearing. We made fun of Spanish guys wearing Italian tags all night, and Carrie danced with lots of boys, and I got told to smile, an instruction that people still give me at parties and bars and such.

10 years ago was probably pretty much the same as this year, only not so much Internet. Or really any. We did have cable though, and those were the days that MTV played music. Hmm. Oooh. I had my first CDs by then. Radiohead, Pablo Honey. I still have that one, and I still love it, though I got distracted before I ripped it, so I haven't heard anything from it in a while. It's a Friday night tonight, so I would have been at my dad's house. I might still have been up, but probably not. The radio would be on, and I'd be reading in bed--a lovely foam mattress pad on the floor of my room, which was up in the eaves of the house, with an eyebrow window looking out over the river set into the lowest part of the room, which is where I put my bed. Funny thing was, while I hated the house we moved into after that, I didn't so much miss that house. I would have been 16, so this would be the first year after my hearing loss, and so I would sometimes cry myself to sleep because it was so hard dealing with it. I've gotten used to it over the years, but the first year was really really hard--I've got tinnitus, the constant ringing in my ear, and it means that even when it's completely silent, it's not, and that took a lot of adjusting to, and every now and then I'd have a temper tantrum in the middle of the night, and cry myself to sleep.

15 years ago I was 11, and I remember nothing from then.

20 years ago I was in Mifflinburg, the neighboring town. My teacher was *evil incarnate. Corporal punishment was legal, and she would tell us if we were bad, she'd have the principal come paddle us. And I was *terrified* of being bad. Odd as it sounds, I still liked that school much better than Lewisburg. I realize that when I grew up it would have been very hard to be smart and planning on a college education in that environment. But the kids I was in school with were so nice. By the next year I was in Lewisburg school district, and while it was better, the students hated me, and a lot of them never stopped, the whole time I was in school.

And that's probably a lot more than you wanted to know about me, but that's the price you pay for reading my journal.