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Dec. 6th, 2005 08:12 pm
so many things to write, so little time
I should be working on my next article, but I'm procrastinating. It's a noisy night tonight - there seems to be some sort of concert going on and I just heard sirens, so who knows what's going on. And I thought I lived in a sleepy little town.
It's really distracting. I tried, unsuccessfully, to put my apartment in some sort of order, but it's a crapshoot, especially since one of my sisters is now living with me. (Until she gets her own place - it's a long story and tough-going looking for an affordable apartment. She told me about finding a cheap apartment in San Francisco, and then once she got there, she discovered it used to be an actual storefront. The bathroom still had the sign on it.) We get along so much better now, too, but mostly because we hardly see each other. :P
I wish I had access to my previous email addresses. They've long since been cancelled, been bought out, or just disappeared. Ah, back in the days of MB email. Man, I wish GMail had been around then. And then the stuff I did save onto my laptop disappeared when my laptop got stolen. It should be a lesson imprinted on my head: Back up everything.
In junior high and high school, when the Internet was shiny and new and no one was thinking about pedophiles hunting kids in chat rooms, I emailed random people via pen pal sites. There's only one person I still keep in touch with today - the others have long since quit writing me and moved on to other things. Sometimes we would send snail mail.
Some people included:
The Asian guy in England whose handwriting reminded me of Stacey's from the Baby-sitter's Club. (Seriously, he dotted his "i"s with circles.) I kept wondering if he was a girl or not, and he was a very generous pen pal, sending me Rurouni Kenshin VCDs and other anime goods, back when they were still rare.
The Vietnamese dude from Chicago who harbored unreasonable resentment against Korean guys. He said it was because "they were fake" but that the "girls were all right". I tried to get him to be less racist. He told me I had a good heart. He also told me I complained too much.
The Italian guy who sent me a picture of him and his Ferrari. The thing I remember the most about him was his Fabio hair. I wrote back, saying, "Um, I'm SIXTEEN, but if you want to be just friends, I'd be cool with it." I never heard from him again.
The Japanese girl who wrote short letters on beautiful, cute stationery. I found her letters frustrating, because I would write long letters to her describing life in America, and she'd respond with generalities like "I like Disney. Do you like Disney?" I could also never figure out what to send her, because I got all my stationery from the Japanese stores here.
It's really distracting. I tried, unsuccessfully, to put my apartment in some sort of order, but it's a crapshoot, especially since one of my sisters is now living with me. (Until she gets her own place - it's a long story and tough-going looking for an affordable apartment. She told me about finding a cheap apartment in San Francisco, and then once she got there, she discovered it used to be an actual storefront. The bathroom still had the sign on it.) We get along so much better now, too, but mostly because we hardly see each other. :P
I wish I had access to my previous email addresses. They've long since been cancelled, been bought out, or just disappeared. Ah, back in the days of MB email. Man, I wish GMail had been around then. And then the stuff I did save onto my laptop disappeared when my laptop got stolen. It should be a lesson imprinted on my head: Back up everything.
In junior high and high school, when the Internet was shiny and new and no one was thinking about pedophiles hunting kids in chat rooms, I emailed random people via pen pal sites. There's only one person I still keep in touch with today - the others have long since quit writing me and moved on to other things. Sometimes we would send snail mail.
Some people included:
The Asian guy in England whose handwriting reminded me of Stacey's from the Baby-sitter's Club. (Seriously, he dotted his "i"s with circles.) I kept wondering if he was a girl or not, and he was a very generous pen pal, sending me Rurouni Kenshin VCDs and other anime goods, back when they were still rare.
The Vietnamese dude from Chicago who harbored unreasonable resentment against Korean guys. He said it was because "they were fake" but that the "girls were all right". I tried to get him to be less racist. He told me I had a good heart. He also told me I complained too much.
The Italian guy who sent me a picture of him and his Ferrari. The thing I remember the most about him was his Fabio hair. I wrote back, saying, "Um, I'm SIXTEEN, but if you want to be just friends, I'd be cool with it." I never heard from him again.
The Japanese girl who wrote short letters on beautiful, cute stationery. I found her letters frustrating, because I would write long letters to her describing life in America, and she'd respond with generalities like "I like Disney. Do you like Disney?" I could also never figure out what to send her, because I got all my stationery from the Japanese stores here.
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