Yearly Reflection
Yeah, I'm early. Mainly because I know if I don't do this now, I'll forget...and it's a tradition to do this every year now so I have to do it sometime.
First sentence from the first post of each month goes as follows:
January: I wish I could hear the rain better.
February: I hate February.
March: So I watched the new Street Fighter movie last night.
April: Work got a little better yesterday.
May: This is a kind of art project I started a short while ago.
June: Sadly, the trunk was gone.
July: My office at work is a meat locker.
August: I had a great experience with this dentist today.
September: I'm going through an emo-woe-is-me sort of mood.
October: I spent almost every day with Will over the last...er...three-ish weeks I believe.
November: So my birthday kind of sucked...but that's really becoming par for the course.
December: Merry Christmas my beloved friends list!
Haha...that list makes me sound pretty depressing. I don't think it's because I've had a depressing year. I think it has more to do with the fact that I haven't been writing as much. Unless I'm having a problem that I need to talk about. Then I'm all over my journal. Well, that's probably not even true any more. I just bitch to Chelsea or Will or Mom.
Tired.
Happy New Year all.
First sentence from the first post of each month goes as follows:
January: I wish I could hear the rain better.
February: I hate February.
March: So I watched the new Street Fighter movie last night.
April: Work got a little better yesterday.
May: This is a kind of art project I started a short while ago.
June: Sadly, the trunk was gone.
July: My office at work is a meat locker.
August: I had a great experience with this dentist today.
September: I'm going through an emo-woe-is-me sort of mood.
October: I spent almost every day with Will over the last...er...three-ish weeks I believe.
November: So my birthday kind of sucked...but that's really becoming par for the course.
December: Merry Christmas my beloved friends list!
Haha...that list makes me sound pretty depressing. I don't think it's because I've had a depressing year. I think it has more to do with the fact that I haven't been writing as much. Unless I'm having a problem that I need to talk about. Then I'm all over my journal. Well, that's probably not even true any more. I just bitch to Chelsea or Will or Mom.
Tired.
Happy New Year all.