I have been searching for older/archived entries of currently-defunct journals. Some are earlier journals I never knew about when I first got sucked in by certain diarists. Others are journals in which there exist no visible link to an archived section, only a farewell entry -- but of course the section usually appears when you type in the link. Am I prying into their lives -- words they've chosen to leave behind in the past? I don't really care. It seems utterly and doubly delicious to be able to unearth old pieces of artifacts, especially when I am not really "supposed" to.
I filled out an employment application at a place I've always wanted to work at. The interview is on Thursday, the day of our 4th wedding anniversary. It still feels amazing. I have been with him for over 4 years. Crazy beautiful.
Everclear is making my world spin with sparkles. They epitomize my idea of nostalgia. When I listen to their music, I think about the high school life I could of led. The music makes me happy and sad, but mostly, it feels familiar and comforting somehow. They help me feel strong within. They just fit my state of being and mood as of late.