Resolute yourself!
So, while browsing my friends page on the ol' LJ, I noticed that Grand funk master special K... errr, colin dean had posted in one of his updates that I "update casually". I never really thought about it before, but I guess it fits. Honestly, I forget about livejournal... and I feel that I rarely have anything good to say on it. Oh, and I'm momentually bad at responding to friends pages, since, you know, I only rarely check this site and feel that posting a comment on a post from a month ago is in poor taste. My mother always used to say "if you can't say something with good timing, just shut the hell up." Actually, I think I said that. I dunno.
Anyway, christmas is over, which means I'm awash in overwhelming joy. Why? Because my favorite holiday of the season is on its way. That's right, new years eve.
In some respects, even I think it's strange that I like this holiday. I mean, the entire event is little more than a big excuse to get completely smashed and giggle over bad comedians and make out with total strangers, and well, that kind of thing isn't really my scene. Well, except for laughing at bad comedians. I mean, hell. I am one.
No, I love new years eve because it's the end of a huge, ambiguous phrase known only as THAT SHIT. Yes, it has to be in capital letters, because it quite possibly stands for anything. If you're having a bad week, month, year, ect, ect, new years eve is like a little window into the future, like a little reminder that THAT SHIT is done, and you can officially move on with your life. Hell, you have to move on. It's required by law, or something like that.
I love seeing people put aside their troubles, if for only a day. For one glorious day in 12 months, people across the globe say "Fuck THAT SHIT" and put it behind them. Believe it or not, but everyone goes into the new year fresh and ready to face the world. Most people, of course, never realize this because a lot of people wake up feeling like hell from the after effects of THAT SHIT they drank last night.
I don't know, maybe it's the not drinking thing. Maybe it's the finding joy in life's little ironies, seeing happiness where usually there is none. Maybe I'm fuckin' batty in the head. All I know is that I love the opportunity to put it all in the past... and to mumble the words to auld lang sine in an attempt to make the people around me think I know more than the first line.
So, here, for all the world to see... and quite possibly not care about, I'm listing my personal list of new years resolutions. Feel free to hop on the one man bandwagon and do the same. Show that bastard 2006 that you're not taking THAT SHIT anymore.
NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS
1. Get a real job, complete with a paycheck that's hopefully real enough to buy an apartment.
2. Get over the stupid low self confidence in my writing. (I can get by with the bare minimum on this one! Whee!)
3. Uh... quit slacking on numbers one and two.
4. Volunteer at the Butler little theatre in any way I can.
5. Attempt to get Paradise What? published. For the love of God, I need to get that bastard published.
6. Buy my father the leg lamp from "a christmas story" for christmas next year.
7. Entertain as many people as I can, as often as I can.
8. Quit ending lists with cheesy lines like, "peace out"
9. Peace out. (Not the new year yet, suckers!)
Anyway, christmas is over, which means I'm awash in overwhelming joy. Why? Because my favorite holiday of the season is on its way. That's right, new years eve.
In some respects, even I think it's strange that I like this holiday. I mean, the entire event is little more than a big excuse to get completely smashed and giggle over bad comedians and make out with total strangers, and well, that kind of thing isn't really my scene. Well, except for laughing at bad comedians. I mean, hell. I am one.
No, I love new years eve because it's the end of a huge, ambiguous phrase known only as THAT SHIT. Yes, it has to be in capital letters, because it quite possibly stands for anything. If you're having a bad week, month, year, ect, ect, new years eve is like a little window into the future, like a little reminder that THAT SHIT is done, and you can officially move on with your life. Hell, you have to move on. It's required by law, or something like that.
I love seeing people put aside their troubles, if for only a day. For one glorious day in 12 months, people across the globe say "Fuck THAT SHIT" and put it behind them. Believe it or not, but everyone goes into the new year fresh and ready to face the world. Most people, of course, never realize this because a lot of people wake up feeling like hell from the after effects of THAT SHIT they drank last night.
I don't know, maybe it's the not drinking thing. Maybe it's the finding joy in life's little ironies, seeing happiness where usually there is none. Maybe I'm fuckin' batty in the head. All I know is that I love the opportunity to put it all in the past... and to mumble the words to auld lang sine in an attempt to make the people around me think I know more than the first line.
So, here, for all the world to see... and quite possibly not care about, I'm listing my personal list of new years resolutions. Feel free to hop on the one man bandwagon and do the same. Show that bastard 2006 that you're not taking THAT SHIT anymore.
NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS
1. Get a real job, complete with a paycheck that's hopefully real enough to buy an apartment.
2. Get over the stupid low self confidence in my writing. (I can get by with the bare minimum on this one! Whee!)
3. Uh... quit slacking on numbers one and two.
4. Volunteer at the Butler little theatre in any way I can.
5. Attempt to get Paradise What? published. For the love of God, I need to get that bastard published.
6. Buy my father the leg lamp from "a christmas story" for christmas next year.
7. Entertain as many people as I can, as often as I can.
8. Quit ending lists with cheesy lines like, "peace out"
9. Peace out. (Not the new year yet, suckers!)