Why hasn't Dick Clark died yet?
*spinning*
New Year's is an interesting phenomenon.
It's just a day, people. Just another day.
Yet, because our calendar year just happens to flip between December 31 and January 1, that night represents another new beginning, another chance to turn around, inspiration to change what makes us unhappy in life.
That's bullshit.
Yes, i get caught up in it, but it doesn't mean I don't think it's bullshit. I hate Valentine's Day, but I'm sure if I had some kind of romantic gesture on the day, I'd get suckered into that too. It just happens.
My 2005 was very segmented...I went through a lot of personal changes this year, and overall, I think the year was more of a course of downs, and down mores, and ever farther downs, than any amount of ups. Not that good things didn't happen to me; they did, but there were more crappies than happies.
But, digression: New Year's. Any day could be a changing point; why do we put so much pressure on this day? My New Year's was sometime in July, where the consistant things in my life for an entire year before changed drastically.
New Year's eve is just another excuse to party. And really, folks, I don't need any more excuses to party, I find them well enough on my own. And, remember last New Year's, I think I may tone it down...a lot...this time around. I had an odd start to 2005, I'd like a bit of normalcy for 2006, if I must buy into the closing of the door mentality of the celebration.
Inventory of what I've got to end 2005:
*A working brain that is out of practice
*Killer arms (you should see these babies! oooh, sexy sexy arms!)
*A few good friends
*Direction
*A nice set of tits
*NO BABIES
*the beginnings of a booty! woo!
*some Yoga videos
*a sort of nasty diet pill addiction
*Black hair
*A bag of condoms
*A car
*A mostly written novel
*A partially written nonfiction book
*A written children's book
*two new pairs of sneakers
What I hope to acquire in 2006
*A man who loves me, whom I love back.
*sexy sexy abs
*clean lungs
*a lack of any sort of addictive behavior (eating, smoking, drinking, sexing, etc.)
*A college degree (which may take until 2007)
*My own apartment
*Non permanent sterility
*A good job
*contentedness***
***-note: I am not delusional enough to believe that all of the above will bring me contentedness; I'm not that naive and illogical (yet).
Should all acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind
should all acquaintance be forgot
somethingsomething
for auld lang syne.
See ya on the flip side.
New Year's is an interesting phenomenon.
It's just a day, people. Just another day.
Yet, because our calendar year just happens to flip between December 31 and January 1, that night represents another new beginning, another chance to turn around, inspiration to change what makes us unhappy in life.
That's bullshit.
Yes, i get caught up in it, but it doesn't mean I don't think it's bullshit. I hate Valentine's Day, but I'm sure if I had some kind of romantic gesture on the day, I'd get suckered into that too. It just happens.
My 2005 was very segmented...I went through a lot of personal changes this year, and overall, I think the year was more of a course of downs, and down mores, and ever farther downs, than any amount of ups. Not that good things didn't happen to me; they did, but there were more crappies than happies.
But, digression: New Year's. Any day could be a changing point; why do we put so much pressure on this day? My New Year's was sometime in July, where the consistant things in my life for an entire year before changed drastically.
New Year's eve is just another excuse to party. And really, folks, I don't need any more excuses to party, I find them well enough on my own. And, remember last New Year's, I think I may tone it down...a lot...this time around. I had an odd start to 2005, I'd like a bit of normalcy for 2006, if I must buy into the closing of the door mentality of the celebration.
Inventory of what I've got to end 2005:
*A working brain that is out of practice
*Killer arms (you should see these babies! oooh, sexy sexy arms!)
*A few good friends
*Direction
*A nice set of tits
*NO BABIES
*the beginnings of a booty! woo!
*some Yoga videos
*a sort of nasty diet pill addiction
*Black hair
*A bag of condoms
*A car
*A mostly written novel
*A partially written nonfiction book
*A written children's book
*two new pairs of sneakers
What I hope to acquire in 2006
*A man who loves me, whom I love back.
*sexy sexy abs
*clean lungs
*a lack of any sort of addictive behavior (eating, smoking, drinking, sexing, etc.)
*A college degree (which may take until 2007)
*My own apartment
*Non permanent sterility
*A good job
*contentedness***
***-note: I am not delusional enough to believe that all of the above will bring me contentedness; I'm not that naive and illogical (yet).
Should all acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind
should all acquaintance be forgot
somethingsomething
for auld lang syne.
See ya on the flip side.