So you filled your hands

As it happens, the real world has chosen the most anvilicious parallel imaginable to keep me busy while I start up this new journal: my lease on my apartment is up about two weeks, and I get the keys to my new places tomorrow. The first thing I'm going to get in there are the books and DVDs -- surely after that everything will follow, right? It's been two years since I had a new place in a new neighborhood, and I'm really excited about this one. It's a one-bedroom instead of a studio, and it's a bit ridiculous how thrilled I am at my upcoming ability to separate my living space from my working space.

Does anyone else feel like they're in 10th grade English, learning about thematic parallelism for the first (or fifth, depending on the ambition of previous teachers) time?

Okay, I've got that pep talk out of my system. The plan is to have actual content here once a day. We'll see how that happens, though I guess it's kind of like brushing your teeth, and forcing the habit at an impressionable age leaves you with superior oral hygiene. I can think of far too many cheesy ways to extend that metaphor, which is probably my signal to leave this entry where it is. Apparently I'm trying desperately to look cooler than I actually am -- why, I have no idea, but this journal? I won't lie, I'm dancing on the other side of this screen.

Anyway. New journaling site means I'm learning new things, and my nugget of the day?

Hello world!