Here's how the meme works: Take a moment to reflect and post about what you were doing 10 years ago, 5 years ago, and 1 year ago. Then tag 10 people or 5 people or 1 person.

Ten years ago: October 3, 2000
Let's see, I would have been a sophomore in high school. Sophomore year was when I made friends with David Carr and started letting him lend me movies. I believe October was my introduction to Stanley Kubrick. I was taking Biology, which I wasn't fond of, and English 10 with Ms. Brown, whom I adored. I think sophomore year was also Rocky Horror Picture Show, Star Trek Voyager, a few different anime series, and Northern Exposure in fandom terms. I had not yet been in a real relationship. I had a crush on the chorus teacher's son. I was spending most of my free time hanging out in the school library, reshelving books and dicking around on the internet. I don't think I had a blog yet, though I might have had a pita at this point.

Five years ago: October 3, 2005
I put up an autumnal music mix which you can't download any more because it was on yousendit (thank god for mediafire!) and some camwhoring that makes me realize that wow, I really have lost a lot of weight lately, my face looks a lot different now. I think, anyways. At that point in my life I had only 15 original characters (this number eventually swelled to upwards of sixty), I still thought I could afford to buy BPAL, and my brother had taken up shoplifting a couple of years before I tried my own hand at it. I was better at it than he way, just for reference.

One year ago: October 3, 2009
I was in New Bedford, helping Aunt Amy-Beth get ready for my cousin's baby shower. I got to hear a lot of dirt on my extended family, and got to see some wicked old photo albums. At the time I was taking classes at CCC, including Botany and Psychology of Personality and Forensics, which I loved, and Wellness, which I hated. I was having panic attacks fairly regularly, was watching my favorite show get worse and worse, and was basically working really hard on getting myself to a mentally viable place from which to continue my life. I had not yet even heard the name of Wells College, all my thoughts about going on for a BA were centered on returning to Plattsburgh.

Today
At the moment I'm not feeling particularly happy, but I have been mentally well for a couple of months now, and I refuse to give in to depression so easily. I have a lot of things I need to do today that I'm putting off in favor of doing this meme. I have friends I see every day, I have a relationship that's far from perfect but is pretty okay, I am doing well in all my classes, and I have plans to do something fun next weekend for fall break. My life is pretty awesome right now compared to where it used to be. I've grown a lot as a person since I was 15, and I can't even imagine what my life is going to look like ten years or five years from now. (one year from now I can pretty much guarantee that I'm going to be losing my mind over doing my thesis.)

I am thirty pages into the 122 pages of my big bang fanmixing story and losing steam. This is not good. Also I have three and a half sentences written for my 3-5 page essay. That's not good either. I haven't had time to do any serious pleasure reading in over a month and I still don't have time for it. Novel-length fanfiction just doesn't work for me right now.

The sad thing is, the fanmix is due tonight, so I'm putting off the academia in favor of the fandom I've not read anything for in months. At least it's an AU, AUs keep my interest easier than other genres, for some reason.

In slightly more entertaining news, people have been making these adorable animated characters that walk around your screen and climb your windows... so now I have Sherlock, John and Jim all poking around my computer, scaling the sides of the Word windows and sitting around looking sulky. It's pretty awesome.

The really, really sad thing, actually, is that I only get the urge to write when I absolutely can't afford the time to do it. because I kind of want to work on my Stockholm Syndrome fic, but-- things being due, expectations, all these reasons I can't give in to the fickle creative urge. Watch, as soon as I have time to write, I'm not going to have any desire to do so. Pitiful.