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I think I've been telling myself or at least hoping with all my heart that 2005 would not end. 2005, the year I’ve been anticipating for as long as I can remember learning how to count. THE year. The year of becoming an adult, graduating, leaving home. The year we KNEW we would be growing up and moving on. What other year can we look forward to now? A year we KNOW all that will be on our plate? 2009? But then graduate school. Every other year after seems so insignificant. In my mind there is noting outside of 2005.
I can’t fathom the end of the year. Envisioning something to the effect of the Y2K virus actually taking place halting our everyday lives; crashing bank accounts, being forced to hiding in the basement living off of water in plastic gallon containers with mac and cheese. Scary thing is, there’s only two derisory months left. I can’t fathom the end of the year. Nor do I really want to.
I suppose it’s time to start thinking about winter, snow and New Year’s resolutions (the latter being to stop updating this journal so much).
I can’t fathom the end of the year. Envisioning something to the effect of the Y2K virus actually taking place halting our everyday lives; crashing bank accounts, being forced to hiding in the basement living off of water in plastic gallon containers with mac and cheese. Scary thing is, there’s only two derisory months left. I can’t fathom the end of the year. Nor do I really want to.
I suppose it’s time to start thinking about winter, snow and New Year’s resolutions (the latter being to stop updating this journal so much).