Last night I logged into my old LiveJournal account. Raise your hand if you had one of those.
Okay, you can put your hands down. I don’t know what made me think of it, but I wanted to see if it was still there. Well, it WAS! And luckily it was attached to the email address I still use, or I wouldn’t have been able to retrieve my password.
Anyway, I had entries from November of 2004 to November of 2005, and I was confused at first because I knew there were older entries. Then my husband reminded me that I had gone back and deleted everything prior to our relationship. Stupid! I can see why I did that, but now I wish I hadn’t, just so I could look back.
Because let’s be honest. I’m forgetting things. I’m only 28, and I have Alzheimer’s. Okay, not for real, but I seriously do forget things.
Here are a few examples:
In college I worked at a bagel shop, and a year or two after I graduated, I went back there to visit and get some (awesome) food.
There was a boy still working there who I had worked with, and I remembered working with him. I even remembered that we used to joke around and have a good time. But that’s ALL I remembered. I couldn’t remember a single specific moment that we had shared. I barely remembered his name. I was horrified!
Now reading my journal I came across a few memories that I had forgotten.
When Daniel and I were working together as theme park entertainers, in 2005…
…I got sick with tonsillitis and had to be taken out for a few days. I remembered that, but I did not remember this:
Early this morning around 4am I woke up feeling really bad, and he got up and went out to the car to get me some chloroseptic spray, and then he got me water and orange juice and pills, and then he spoon-fed me apple sauce. He was even awake enough to have a sense of humor and not complain about being tired or anything. Every girl deserves a man this great; don’t settle for less!
(Yep, I’m keeping it in its glorious, original, blue-and-purple form. You’re welcome.)
Also, I got a sort of second job… I was walking past the access office and saw a sign that said they needed people to record textbooks on tape. So I went in, and they hired me on the spot. They gave me a book, some tapes, and a tape recorder, and had me fill out some paperwork.
Absolutely no memory of that happening. Now that I read it, I have a faint memory of recording and maybe returning the tapes, but I don’t remember actually reading an entire textbook or getting paid for that or anything else!
So thanks, LiveJournal. You’re like my blog’s grandfather.
Apparently you were a dude. Or prequel. Or virtual memory.