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introspective retrospective
Dec. 6th, 2004 12:52 pm25 years ago: I was almost three months old, quite chubby, and very sick. It was fashionable to prescribe multiple courses of antibiotics at the time, and I never started to grow my own immune system...
20 years ago: I decided that I wanted to be a palaeontologist, despite my primary school teachers having no idea what I was on about. I read lots of books about dinosaurs. I was diagnosed with all sorts of medical problems, and had my entire diet cut down to a handful of food groups.
15 years ago: I started to write. I'd never had any trouble writing words, but I loathed writing more than a few sentences. I had a substitute teacher for an afternoon, who taught me about writing fiction - and I've never really stopped since. I discovered running, and found out that I was good at it.
10 years ago: I was slowly starting to grow out of some of my allergies - I ate chocolate for the first time. I was in a rough patch at school, had stopped playing music, wasn't doing any work, and stopped caring about most things. I won awards for science and english, and had a whole term of detentions ("catch-ups") for other subjects. I'd injured both my knees, and I stopped running - something I never went back to.
5 years ago: I tried building a better person to live inside of. I was running FAS2 at uni, graded for my blue belt in Kung Fu, and was much fitter and healthier than I'd been for most of my life. I moved to Carlton, with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
futurelegend. I learned how to wield a pair of butterfly swords. I started to meet most of the friends I have now...
3 years ago: was not a good time to be alive. There are memory blocks here, and I won't break them just yet. In the haze, the one memory that sticks out most was beginning to dance when I went out, and learning to lose myself in the sound. It took more than twenty years to build up the confidence though...
1 year ago: Many parts of my life came to an end, and I was glad to let most of them go. I finished one of my courses, decided not to be a palaeontologist after all, and decided to specialise in everything instead. I came back from China, knowing just how little I'd really learned so far. I climbed a real mountain. I got my outsides organised, and started working on the rest. When things were finally mending themselves, I metaeliel, and found bits to life that I hadn't known I was missing.
One month ago: I struggled through the end of my thesis. I stopped sleeping, and ate when I remembered to. Time and date lost their meaning, as I worked nine days to the week. I ran myself into the ground, and regretted it. It's all a haze of numbers and words, and I haven't opened the cover of my thesis since I submitted it. By the time I finished, the actual written work was already useless to me - but writing it taught me more than I'd realised.
One week ago: I signed a new lease, and looked at a new job. Lots of things change, but I'm more aware of what I'd like to stay the same.
20 years ago: I decided that I wanted to be a palaeontologist, despite my primary school teachers having no idea what I was on about. I read lots of books about dinosaurs. I was diagnosed with all sorts of medical problems, and had my entire diet cut down to a handful of food groups.
15 years ago: I started to write. I'd never had any trouble writing words, but I loathed writing more than a few sentences. I had a substitute teacher for an afternoon, who taught me about writing fiction - and I've never really stopped since. I discovered running, and found out that I was good at it.
10 years ago: I was slowly starting to grow out of some of my allergies - I ate chocolate for the first time. I was in a rough patch at school, had stopped playing music, wasn't doing any work, and stopped caring about most things. I won awards for science and english, and had a whole term of detentions ("catch-ups") for other subjects. I'd injured both my knees, and I stopped running - something I never went back to.
5 years ago: I tried building a better person to live inside of. I was running FAS2 at uni, graded for my blue belt in Kung Fu, and was much fitter and healthier than I'd been for most of my life. I moved to Carlton, with
futurelegend. I learned how to wield a pair of butterfly swords. I started to meet most of the friends I have now...3 years ago: was not a good time to be alive. There are memory blocks here, and I won't break them just yet. In the haze, the one memory that sticks out most was beginning to dance when I went out, and learning to lose myself in the sound. It took more than twenty years to build up the confidence though...
1 year ago: Many parts of my life came to an end, and I was glad to let most of them go. I finished one of my courses, decided not to be a palaeontologist after all, and decided to specialise in everything instead. I came back from China, knowing just how little I'd really learned so far. I climbed a real mountain. I got my outsides organised, and started working on the rest. When things were finally mending themselves, I met
aeliel, and found bits to life that I hadn't known I was missing.One month ago: I struggled through the end of my thesis. I stopped sleeping, and ate when I remembered to. Time and date lost their meaning, as I worked nine days to the week. I ran myself into the ground, and regretted it. It's all a haze of numbers and words, and I haven't opened the cover of my thesis since I submitted it. By the time I finished, the actual written work was already useless to me - but writing it taught me more than I'd realised.
One week ago: I signed a new lease, and looked at a new job. Lots of things change, but I'm more aware of what I'd like to stay the same.
you need a timekiller and you don't understand
I am like quicksand lick it from my hand
I am your timekiller I let your mind expand
I am like quicksand lick it from my hand
I am like quicksand lick it from my hand
I am your timekiller I let your mind expand
I am like quicksand lick it from my hand
