The End of an Error
The Annual First-Sentence-Of-My-First-Journal-From Each-Month meme. A little early because soooomebody decided he couldn't wait until the end of December to post his. Well, fine. Jump the gun. See if I care.
January: 1) Back on campus. Pump up the volume, pump up the funk.
February: Murdoc blue-screened yesterday after I'd spent a half-hour typing this up.
March: Found via Sketch's blog, these are from a SomethingAwful.com Photoshop contest's results: "Choose Your Own Adventure books that never quite made it."
April: Well, my yesterday sucked monkey balls, as I think we can all agree.
May: Premises.
June: I celebrated Rachel's 21st birthday with her last night, and she managed to foist a couple drinks on me as well.
July: I walked to McDonalds at 11:30pm.
August: Ever since I saw my first Forum Spoiler post --you know, the kind that changes the font color of the Spoiler-- I've been curious as to where else that technique would come in handy.
September: In my inbox today (again, let's take it in steps): Subject: large selection of watches
October: Wachovia.com is the bane of my existence
November: The whole Madonna adoption thing has been a crazy little slice of forehead-smacking since the beginning.
December: Credit to Sketch for pointing out the existence of this book to me.
This year has been the second most stressful of my life. Mostly self-imposed, mostly mostly. Interestingly, the April line doesn't refer to what one might think it would, and I was actually a bit relieved to find that I'd written a few journals at the very top of March just to keep my improv-career-killing words from resurfacing.
Let's see, what happened this year?
1) I worked as Marketing Coordinator for the Theater.
2) I watched the first four seasons of 24 back-to-back, a few hours every night. This was the true beginning of my TV-shows-on-DVD obsession.
3) I stopped doing improv, after burning several interpersonal bridges and hurting several important friendships.
4) I started going to the Graham Street Salon.
5) I started buying more and more DVDs and video games because I had an extra 25 hours a week on my hands and an extra 50-some-odd dollars a months burning a hole in my wallet.
6) Except.
7) I graduated from UNC with an English degree.
8) I got an 8-5 job.
9) I lived and paid rent in two different apartments (summer, fall-current).
10) I got published in an online literary journal.
11) I started visiting Atlanta again.
12) I bought an XBox 360. And accessories.
13) Somewhere along the line, I completely stopped truly caring and fell back into my old 2002 stance on the world: You Know What, Who Cares What I Do When I Can Easily Be Happy Watching Movies and Writing Self-Indulgent Trifles The Rest Of My Life.
14) Somewhere along the way after that, I started caring about a lot of stuff, realizing that the main problem with #13 is the fact that Anthony Fichera took that route and predicted I'd do the same, and if there's one thing I cannot allow, it's for Anthony to have been right about something.
Oops. Two points too many. Well, anyway, thank heavens I didn't come across as depressed and unable to let go. That would have been pointless and annoying. Yay for retrospectives!
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January: 1) Back on campus. Pump up the volume, pump up the funk.
February: Murdoc blue-screened yesterday after I'd spent a half-hour typing this up.
March: Found via Sketch's blog, these are from a SomethingAwful.com Photoshop contest's results: "Choose Your Own Adventure books that never quite made it."
April: Well, my yesterday sucked monkey balls, as I think we can all agree.
May: Premises.
June: I celebrated Rachel's 21st birthday with her last night, and she managed to foist a couple drinks on me as well.
July: I walked to McDonalds at 11:30pm.
August: Ever since I saw my first Forum Spoiler post --you know, the kind that changes the font color of the Spoiler-- I've been curious as to where else that technique would come in handy.
September: In my inbox today (again, let's take it in steps): Subject: large selection of watches
October: Wachovia.com is the bane of my existence
November: The whole Madonna adoption thing has been a crazy little slice of forehead-smacking since the beginning.
December: Credit to Sketch for pointing out the existence of this book to me.
This year has been the second most stressful of my life. Mostly self-imposed, mostly mostly. Interestingly, the April line doesn't refer to what one might think it would, and I was actually a bit relieved to find that I'd written a few journals at the very top of March just to keep my improv-career-killing words from resurfacing.
Let's see, what happened this year?
1) I worked as Marketing Coordinator for the Theater.
2) I watched the first four seasons of 24 back-to-back, a few hours every night. This was the true beginning of my TV-shows-on-DVD obsession.
3) I stopped doing improv, after burning several interpersonal bridges and hurting several important friendships.
4) I started going to the Graham Street Salon.
5) I started buying more and more DVDs and video games because I had an extra 25 hours a week on my hands and an extra 50-some-odd dollars a months burning a hole in my wallet.
6) Except.
7) I graduated from UNC with an English degree.
8) I got an 8-5 job.
9) I lived and paid rent in two different apartments (summer, fall-current).
10) I got published in an online literary journal.
11) I started visiting Atlanta again.
12) I bought an XBox 360. And accessories.
13) Somewhere along the line, I completely stopped truly caring and fell back into my old 2002 stance on the world: You Know What, Who Cares What I Do When I Can Easily Be Happy Watching Movies and Writing Self-Indulgent Trifles The Rest Of My Life.
14) Somewhere along the way after that, I started caring about a lot of stuff, realizing that the main problem with #13 is the fact that Anthony Fichera took that route and predicted I'd do the same, and if there's one thing I cannot allow, it's for Anthony to have been right about something.
Oops. Two points too many. Well, anyway, thank heavens I didn't come across as depressed and unable to let go. That would have been pointless and annoying. Yay for retrospectives!
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