Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee...

I found this endlessly amusing.

I've become really interested lately in finding new people on LJ. So if you've shown up on some random girl's friends list recently and you can't figure out who she is or why she added you, well, um, hi. I'm Melanie. This is my journal. And I think you're cool. If you want me to take you off or whatever, just let me know.

Anyway. The only reason I'm updating now is that I'm at work and really bored. My life is pretty boring of late--I'm mostly just coasting through the last few days until my Shakespeare final, waiting for the end to come so I can go home and sleep. I should probably be more worried about my final on Wednesday, but assuming I get my ass in gear and catch up on the reading and go to the review sessions on Tuesday, I should be fine.

When I got into work today Sandy and I had an extended conversation about Mike and Ike's-- that's right, the chewy fruity candy. I think this may be an all-time low.

Last night I did laundry, and Heather and I had a baking cookies and watching goofy movies party featuring The Craft and Galaxy Quest. Today Jason came over and we snuggled and watched TV, and then I finished rereading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for the second or possibly third time. I almost cried at the end, 'cause I'm a big baby.

I guess I should be more stressed right now, but dammit, it's nice to stay in my pjs until 4 in the afternoon.

Ye Gods. I've reached a point in boringness where even I can't stand to keep writing anymore. I'm gonna go find some more LJ people. I'll be back when my life gets more interesting again.

The Ghost of Journals Past

Liz needs to get online right about... now. She's the only person I can think of who will understand my utter excitement at finding the ever-articulate wonderful Laurie in LJ-land. I went back and re-read some of the archives from when I first discovered her journal in the long-gone days of Zen and the Art of Psychoanalysis... and I still remembered some of the entries, after all this time. I remember my sophomore and junior years in high school, reading as the Older, Wiser Laurie went off to tackle the great unknown of college. Discovering "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" because she wrote about it. Marveling at the way she could string words together in ways awkaward, fumbling little me could barely fathom.

Laurie, if by some random chance you're reading this, I heartily apologize if I sound obscenely smarmy and stalkerish right now. It's just... nice to know that somewhere out there a fragment exists of the lost years of AOL and my horribly pretentious website on Geocities (called Silent All These Years, if I recall...). Someone I'd forgotten about for all these years is still around, living her own life and probably completely ignorant of how much her little webpage meant to my 16-year old self.

I wonder if it's a bad sign that I'm this nostalgic at the ripe old age of 21.