I know I do this ALL the time, but I just love to look back and see what I was up to a year ago. That's the beauty (and sometimes, guys, beauty is pain) of having a blog you once kept meticulously.
This time last year, I was: obsessing over the lead actor from a seemingly random 48HOURS film. And Lady Gaga. Yeah, so not much has changed.
You know what's weird though?
In the last few days of 2009, I received some particularly horrifying news that really changed my life, and that I have avoided writing about as a matter of principle. I'm not going to elaborate any further, but it does sort of crack me up now when I think about the drastic life changes I made in an attempt to forget the new information which haunted me on a daily basis (most days, it infiltrated my brain within moments of waking, leaving me feeling disturbed for the rest of the day). Without putting much thought into it, I began subscribing to a whole new genre of music. I listened to Pendulum what seemed like 24/7 - during my daily walk to and from uni, while I studied and wrote papers, when my cellphone rang ("Granite" was my ringtone from about December 28th until a week ago, when I had to buy a new cellphone because apparently texting while you're in a spa pool doesn't go down too well with your cellphone. Who would have thought), even as I fell asleep at night. I'm not kidding. I was playing drum and bass as loud as my eardrums could tolerate to help me sleep. I listened to Pendulum so much that the new "friends" I made really thought I had no other interests besides drum and bass music. It eventually became that to me, "music" meant "Pendulum".
But, you know me. I have phases. Phases where I blog eight times a day, and tweet thrice as much. Phases where I think that following Malaysian guys home from the gym is acceptable. There was even a momentary phase where I thought shaving my head would be a good idea. That had passed by the time I finished shaving it, looked in the mirror and thought "what have I done?"
And that's how we get to now. I'm currently on a classical music binge. Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons - Spring" (well, at least that's the English translation) is my ringtone. I listen to baroque while I'm studying, and writing papers, and even driving. Wellllll, okay - maybe not so much while I'm driving, but that's really only because having a car for a few weeks is a novelty and I am taking this opportunity to sing as frequently and as loudly as possible. The other night my mum even said I sounded like Serj Tankian - which I took as a compliment until she followed it up with "loud, and out of tune". I think she's jealous.
Speaking of Serj, he inspired me to learn about the Armenian Genocide recently - another phase. That shit was pretty awful though, and I think you should take some time out of your day to learn about it too. I've always felt a weird connection to Armenia (and Azerbaijan, but this is primarily because we had our "flag-raising ceremony" in Athens with them. And anyway, since learning about the Armenian Genocide I like Azerbaijan a whooooooole lot less) and it's for that reason that I'm falsifying my "Place of Birth" on my triathlon.org profile as "Yerevan, Armenia". I mean, really - a growing number of people truly believe that my dad was once a Soviet spy, so it's not that farfetched. I can also spot an Armenian surname from a mile away.
You'd be forgiven for reading this and thinking "this girl is unstable and as such, not fit to make life decisions" and you may be right. Actually, do you think maybe I should send the link for this post to my mother so she stops berating me for not having chosen a career yet?
Speaking of triathlon.org (yes, you skim-readers, I did mention it. Go back and have a look), I recently had a ridiculous interview published on there. I've also been asked to submit a profile for the "Profiles" section of the site. This is the same profile where "Yerevan, Armenia" will be listed as my "Place of Birth". It's mostly pretty mundane, but the one question that perplexes me more than life itself is "proudest moment outside triathlon". Are you serious, Thanos? (Thanos is the guy who sent me the profile to fill out.) I can assure you that I have zero proud moments outside triathlon. Even the mild proudness I felt upon winning Worlds last year has all but been forgotten by now.
Just kidding.
Here's my medal, in case you forgot what it looked like.
Hahaha.
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