First entry

It's been 2 and a half years since I ended my LiveJournal. At the time, I'd half-intended to start a blog, but I knew it'd be a while. Now seems like a good time to start up the internet-journaling thing again, since I've just started my life over. My LiveJournal was a pretty unhinged place where actual documentation of my life took a back burner to comment-whoring. It didn't feel like a chore to update because I didn't take it seriously at all.

Assuming some sort of linear progression from that format to this, I'll fill in the gap:

When I ended LJ, I was a sophomore at ConnColl, and I'd just recovered from lung surgery. I was behind in all my classes and generally having an awful semester. The rest of sophomore year never stopped sucking, but I got through it and celebrated the end with a trip to California. Summer '06 was like a crappy sequel to summer '05: shorter-feeling, pizza delivery wasn't as lucrative, more home friends were moving away. Junior year of college was great, mostly because I went to Barcelona for spring semester. Summer '07 was also interesting, since I did my CELS internship in Maui as an editor for a local paper. Last fall was awful, returning to Conn and constantly stressing about classes and replacing spine labels at the music library. Spring semester of senior year was a lot better, since there were tons of end-of-college events and I went to Miami for spring break.

(God, I'm already boring myself to tears here. How am I supposed to make this interesting? I hope this comes back to me.)

Then graduation happened and I suddenly found myself back at home with no concrete plans and no direction, discovering that total freedom is actually pretty scary. But a month ago I accepted a job in Manhattan, and two days ago I moved to Brooklyn. Everything has been fine so far, except that oh yeah I have no roommate and don't know ANYONE living here. But tonight I think I'm going to Manhattan for dinner/drinks with Renata and some of her friends, then she's staying over here for the night. She was my year at Conn and commutes from New Jersey.

Okay I'm already sick of this, and calling this a first entry. I kind of hate journalling but I'll get over it. In 30 years I'll look back on this and be grateful for it, right? Right?