Fully Migrated: Grand Forks

Current Location: Grand Forks, North Dakota
Status: Well, um.
Tunes in my Head: Twisted Sister - "I Wanna Rock"
Been Reading: Elizabeth Haydon - Prophecy; Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons - Watchmen; Bob Kane & others - Batman and Robin (Dailies, 1944)
Been Watching - The Venture Bros. Season 3 Finale

You know, you know. Click "read more".

Sorry for silence. Made it to ultimate destination of Grand Forks, as planned. Been busy. Busy, yes.

Apartment acquired. Landlady is very nice; helpful, friendly. Management is new; place was disreputable a few months ago. Getting nicer, now. Good location; directly next to grocery and liquor stores, down the street from my sister. Apartment is nice; more space than I'd been sharing in Tucson. Bought four purple chairs for dining space; they are awesome.

No electricity yet. Guy who lived in place before me didn't pay his for, like, a year. Electric company is now distrustful of my address. Landlady has been arguing with them since Thursday, on my behalf. (Like I said, nice.) Hope to have light soon. Then I can look into internet. (Currently transmitting over parents' gawdawfulslow dial-up connection.)

Plans to get phone next week. Inquire at such time for new number, if you'd like it.

New job begins tomorrow, 9am. Fifteen-minute drive. Will be combination receptionist, general assistant, and graphic artist for company developing renewable energy sources. Official title: "administrative assistant".

I have to look..."nice". This is causing a lot of personal anxiety regarding fears of the atrophying of my identity over time. Like...I'd realize one day that I've turned into a different person than I am now. I apologizing for freaking out about such a stupid thing. I changed once before, when I started introducing myself as "JoJo" instead of "Jolene", and I dressed differently, and I talked differently, and I acted differently than before. This was a conscious change, that I was in control of. I didn't like the person that I had been, so I turned myself into a different person. I decided what I wanted to be, and then I became that. And that is still the person that I want to be; I don't want to change. All through school, I had different people telling me that I should conform to this thing or that thing or the other thing, and I was always able to tell them "no". Hell, I was downright cheeky. But I always managed to keep my convictions of...distinction. It's not so much nonconformity for the sake of nonconformity. It's certainly not conformity to a given single stylistic movement. It's not a matter of conformity with any stereotype of group, professional or otherwise. It's...an attitude, more than anything.

This is a fear that the extinction of a few select "species" of unique identifying stylistic markers will create a butterfly effect, leading to the destruction of an entire carefully-constructed and maintained psychological ecosystem of personal identity.

...I hope that makes more sense to you. My mother didn't understand at all. She seems to think that I'm fearing some sort of compromise of morality, and she seems quite certain that all hats are interchangable. Heh.

I miss you all very much. I hope to have some proper internet access soon.

~Your JoJo

P.S. Finally saw The Dark Knight. I approve highly. Got this big, dumb grin on my face, afterwards. Wanted to talk and express my various thoughts on it, but no one 'round here had a clue what I was saying, and I was told to shut up. Le sigh.
P.P.S. The Venture Bros. season finale? Awwwww, snapididdley. It did not disappoint. I'm considering purchasing one of Astrobase Go!'s fine Number 24 t-shirts from their Amazing Shirt of the Week Club.