IRC

[angelak]

I miss the good old days - when there were IRC channels that knew me, and when we had a whole clan of friends on IRC. It was a net-gang. My closest friends spanned from Connecticut, New Jersey, Austrailia, Sweden, Norway, Manitoba, Ontario, and various other places. One or two actually resided in the Seattle area, both of which I've met in person at least a few times. And Stephen King, being one of them.

I'm sure this is a post-curser to my last post.

It was just so fun.
:)

There are a few net-friends who disappeared. Here, there, or where ever. I'm not sure.
There are a couple who no longer relate to me and nor do I to them. Like RL friends who eventually become distanced from us over time.

And there are some I still talk to.

I just miss having a channel to go to. The channels feel dead, or in #Seattle, no one knows me anymore - and the people there are ones I'm not familiar with anymore.

I miss switching over into a private window and talking to who-ever.
#here_b_dragons, is gone. #tla is also dead. Or the last time I tried to get in, the key had been changed and no one notified me. #Middle-earth, is full with quiet souls. #Aussies, is no longer the same crew. And then I know I've forgotten some channels. Kevin and Kerry go on AIM now. Paul is ... well, Paul doesn't talk much anymore to me, when we do, it's not that interesting. Johan and I still talk. Kerry and I still talk. Kevin - well, I don't know what he's up to. And then there's the OTHER Kevin. Kerry had talked about visiting a year or so back. I'm sad because that would have kicked total ass.

Anyhow. Just thinking of the days passed. Almost nobody knows me as "Angela," there, because these were people who knew me before I called myself that.

Oh. And one cannot forget Darrell. Though, I'm not sure if he was kidding, he annoyed me by calling my bf a cradle-robber... in spite of the random things that he had once felt, when he THOUGHT I was 17... [and now that I think about it - he, at the time, was probably just biding time before I turned 18, when things would have been legal, except...] In actuality, I was 13, and when I met him I thought it was harmless to add a few years to my real age. That lie got cleared up after a year or so. Humiliatingly so. I hadn't planned on sustaining a long term net-communication with this guy when I first began chatting.

Surely he hasn't forgotten about some of his then-feelings? Perhaps he was being facetious.

He probably forgot it all after Sarah. After all - he did finally meet Sarah on #Seattle, and I think they've finally gotten married. Which - I was so excited to hear about! They're adorable. Having met them both in person, well. She rocks.

None the less. I don't quite jump on talking to him - because the comment wasn't so appreciated.
The whole context of life then was different. Maybe you could call it removed from reality. Though, it was it's own reality, and I loved it.

Anywho.
I got distracted just now by calculating vacation/annual leave hrs, and where my # left over will be after the trip to Ocean on September, and the trip to Hawaii in November.

Wow, not so bad at all. Trying to keep my number up enough so that I still have freedom to take time off if I REALLY need to. You know, some opportunity comes along. Or even for a trip in the next year or two overseas. We'll see. I hate the idea of exhausting my vacation. You know, a feeling of trapped, "I can no longer take time off," feeling.

:)

Though I had a brief fantasy about asking for another day or two off in September... ehh, :P Or I could work 10 hr days the 2 days I am working that week, and then take less vacation time and save it for later. [Seeing as it's a holiday week.] :D


Yes. It's official. I am weird.
Also: I'm feeling much more grounded and better today, than I did yesterday.
Thank goodness for hikes, and men who are dedicated enough to come be with me. Even if that means only to sleep.

-Angela