...let's start the new year with something old, shall we?
Take the first sentence you wrote in your LJ each month and paste it here.
January: 01.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
February: Thought I'd do a little entry about RadioFreeRollover, which I've been afraid to do before because...becuase I didn't want people to start hating me based on misconceptions?
March: Also, the oven bit me today.
April: I didn't say anything about the LJ strike, or the discontinuation of free accounts, or any of the changes LJ has been going through.
May: So, when I went over to see him after work tonight, Dad mentioned something about possibly having a girlfriend within a month or so.
June: Stolen from
baka_neko314, who stole it from
digitizedcurry.
July: So, I'm taking my HAM test for my technican's license on Saturday.
August: One of Dad's most recent acquisitions is a kareoke machine, the professional-looking type, with two wireless mics to go with it.
September: First night at the new job ended 'bout an hour ago.
October: ...but it's not that simple.
November: No entries
December: Ok, late jumping on the bandwagon, but cards!
All in all par for the course for me, I think, other than the fact I had one month with no posts. I knew I'd been posting less and less, but not that bad.
Let's do a simple summary. As of right now, I am: 21 years old. In a committed relationship. Possibly pansexual. Sitting on my bed with my laptop eating what's left of my mom's homemade potato soup. Living here at home with my mom and stepdad while I pay off college loans. Working two jobs, getting apx. 50-70 hours a week between them. Insured, but still have not been to the doctor since the last time I lost coverage. Cursing the damn underwater zones in KoL. Both excited and nervous about seeing my boyfriend tomorrow for the first time in 3 months. Currently succeeding with my New Year's resolution to kick a bad habit most IRL people didn't even know I had. Currently exploring a new religous path. Tired of the house smelling like peanut brittle. Missing all my old friends, but am terrified to reconnect with them. Angry at my muse, or distinct lack of one. Far too afraid to go to the dentist and see just how bad a shape my teeth are in. Still unable to shake my inexplicable hatred of brushing said teeth. Unwilling to go to bed, even though I really should get some rest. Grateful for my friends, but simultaneous wishing that they didn't exist. Tired of being told how attractive I am, even though it makes me feel good at the time. Way too distracted to finish this list.
That should do for now. Love to all.