A fond farewell.
Well, hot damn! Two-oh-oh-seven is about forty minutes from being officially done with here in the charmin' Midwest.
In a strange and hopefully un-Freudian-like move, my very final dream of this year featured me being pregnant. I was surprisingly unfrazzled by this unexpected state of pregnancy and I can only assume that I achieved immaculate conception somehow because throughout the dream I didn't spare a single thought as to where the baby apparently got its other pair of chromosomes from. I prefer to think that is dream is an allegorical representation of the fact that I suddenly find myself under pressure due to sundry responsibilities and obligations and feel that I am coping with said stress alone rather than considering it a literal omen regarding, well, having a baby anytime in the foreseeable future.
Because, um. Noooo just thinking about it makes me vomit a little bit.
Anyway! Two thousand seven. My most stressful and probably best year to date. I did a lot of things that I wouldn't have expected of myself. I really started to feel comfortable at school and I laughed more than ever and got angry a lot, too. I had emotional rollercoasters regarding myself, certain other people, and various unpleasant or demanding situations. I went to Europe, I spent a wonderful week at the beach with my seldom-seen family, I went to a bleedin' medical forum where I pissed some people off and made some friends and made a fool of myself and pleasantly surprised myself a few times. I read some good books. I became a legal adult. My grandpa died. I became a fucking senior, holy shit. I applied to some colleges, holy fuck!
I guess I didn't really accomplish any of my resolutions from last year. I don't quite remember what they were, but I can probably guess. I'm not any thinner and I don't procrastinate any less and I didn't really improve my abilities in any fashion. But I did become a little more confident and a lot more talkative and, hey, that's not so bad.
So, c'mon, 2008! Hit me, baby
In a strange and hopefully un-Freudian-like move, my very final dream of this year featured me being pregnant. I was surprisingly unfrazzled by this unexpected state of pregnancy and I can only assume that I achieved immaculate conception somehow because throughout the dream I didn't spare a single thought as to where the baby apparently got its other pair of chromosomes from. I prefer to think that is dream is an allegorical representation of the fact that I suddenly find myself under pressure due to sundry responsibilities and obligations and feel that I am coping with said stress alone rather than considering it a literal omen regarding, well, having a baby anytime in the foreseeable future.
Because, um. Noooo just thinking about it makes me vomit a little bit.
Anyway! Two thousand seven. My most stressful and probably best year to date. I did a lot of things that I wouldn't have expected of myself. I really started to feel comfortable at school and I laughed more than ever and got angry a lot, too. I had emotional rollercoasters regarding myself, certain other people, and various unpleasant or demanding situations. I went to Europe, I spent a wonderful week at the beach with my seldom-seen family, I went to a bleedin' medical forum where I pissed some people off and made some friends and made a fool of myself and pleasantly surprised myself a few times. I read some good books. I became a legal adult. My grandpa died. I became a fucking senior, holy shit. I applied to some colleges, holy fuck!
I guess I didn't really accomplish any of my resolutions from last year. I don't quite remember what they were, but I can probably guess. I'm not any thinner and I don't procrastinate any less and I didn't really improve my abilities in any fashion. But I did become a little more confident and a lot more talkative and, hey, that's not so bad.
So, c'mon, 2008! Hit me, baby