well and it's always changing
This is going to sound rather silly, but I miss the days when diaryland was ridiculously popular among the indie/emo/poetic crowd [ie the majority of my friends at the time]. I just miss the days when we all poured our souls out into the interweb for each other to read whilst pretending, in real life, that we didn't actually do so. To this day, I'm rather mortified when anyone mentions anything I've written in my diary during real-life conversations. Anyway, that's not the point. I just miss all the lovely poetic people that used to update like junkies shoot heroine. It's odd that we keep all those thoughts to ourselves now.
In other news, I had initially intended for this weekend to be a peaceful one of little or no activity [a sort of rest period after all the recent insanity] but it's starting to look like I rather don't have that option. I'm triple-booked on plans tonight and am being forced to choose one of the three things [or attempt to combine at least two of them] and potentially will be crazy busy all day tomorrow as well, providing it doesn't snow again. Not that I'm complaining, it's just funny because I'm already booked up for next weekend also. When did my life get so busy, and what happened to my bookish habits? I'm not used to this but it's lovely to be seeing everyone all the time.
V for Vendetta is such a neat movie. I'm really fond of the dialogue.