Current music:

Joanna Newsom - Sadie

Wish you were here
I have a real blog now (in a way, at least), and saw that my LJ profile was a referrer earlier today, which has sent me on one of those late night spirals into the antiquity (and melodrama) of one's life that is really unsettling as well as nostalgic in a kind of achey way.

I have to say, though, that even after all these years, when people make disparaging remarks about LiveJournals et al, I still stick my hand up and say, "I really appreciated that outlet, and still do." Go ahead, judge me. If I end up running with this new blog thing (as I think I might, especially as an outlet for academic work on equitable development and race - check it out!), I think that only makes it more important to keep This Old LJ around as a place to write and feel creative in thinking about personal life.

A few thoughts on this evening's mental journey:

• It's odd to have my post about returning to Tufts on the same front page as stuff from a few months ago. Better yet, it's odd to have machinations about an old crush, Ally, on here - it connects me with that time in a much more real way than my memory allows, I think. One the one hand, I romanticize that time at NYU and try to build it up as much grander than the few months it was, but on the other hand some of the stuff here reminds me: no, that really was a significant period in your life, and there really was something to it. Funny, the way reality and wishful fantasy weave seamlessly together in our memories.
  
• A few posts down, I recount a day from early this summer wherein Lauren and I traipsed about Boston and did a whole load of memorable things that I did not realize had all been on the same day. Or at least, didn't think much about it. Again, I love having that. Yay, LiveJournal. Poopoo on detractors.

So it's 2:14 am because Trunk isn't out till 12:30am on Wednesday nights, and invariably Ali and I walk home and debrief on the week and on Trunk, so it's 1am when I get here and tonight I needed a cinnamon roll and to sort of take Trunk to task for not putting us first the way we should. Being President feels so good, but in a way it's like you give up your light-hearted enjoyment of our time together to be the one worrying about things and keeping things chugging along. That's just how I feel about it now, and when I'm writing in the President's spiral at the end of the year (ohhhhhh my, what a thought), I don't think I'll be saying, "Way to take one for the team." Because it is a pretty swell thing, to be the leader of Trunk. Hold my head high and all that.

Alright, off to bed, off to Lauren, I hope our Christmas tree stands up straight and gets lights soon.