2011, Ain't It?
We're 2 days in and you still have that new year smell. Things are going well so far, sleep at 4 a.m
was quite possibly the worst thing you can deal with.
I kicked off twenty-eleven in the apartment with 3 of my closest friends; the kind of friends you can share a sofa with for four consecutive days without wanting to shove each other into another room; the kind of friends who are cool with you sending the same tortilla chip into the salsa for the third time; the kind of friends who don't mind if the last morning show has rolled its credits and you still haven't brushed your teeth. In other words: guys and un-spoiled girl. We did a lot of nothing--partially because that was the point of staying in --but it was a perfect kind of nothing.
My grandma used to say that the way your New Year's Day unfolded was the way the rest of your year would go. You know, if you were happy, you'd be happy all year and all that. I like to think that her beliefs hold true, that this is going to be a year of comfortable relationships, of easy laughter and big dreams, and of heavily processed food.
I don't know if I have a new year resolution. If I'm going to fail, I like to fail in a big, big way. Last year, I kicked tradition aside and made an attempt at making myself better. I thought that typing out a list of goals would help me work toward them, but instead they became the first entry in a journal I abandoned after approximately six and a half days.
Last year wasn't one that paid particularly well, but it absolutely paid off. I made some invaluable connections and some equally incredible friends.
Save money. No more shoes. That last one's for real. You don't need another shoes. Oh, resolution, you were a mega-fail from the time I typed the first imperative sentence.
Take more pictures. You're not going to remember this stuff forever. I didn't take enough pictures. No matter how many I take, there will never be enough to fill in the gaps in my memory of all of the Technicolor good times I like to think I had. One day, I'll wish I had more, of everything from last weekend to this weekend to my next weekend. One day, I'll want to remember how young I was and to forget that I didn't appreciate it and I'd like to have enough snaps on enough memory cards to do just that.
Try harder.
That's what I'm doing, kids.
That's what I'm doing.
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