Wow. I've been terrible at this blog thing for quite some time now. My apologies. I know how much you all look forward to reading my quirky witty narrative stylings and have little else going on in your lives. well i've been busy so BACK OFF.
stylings isn't a word.
I feel like i should make some sort of effort to recap 2009. make a top ten list. share my favorite songs. list my favorite movies. However, I don't really like doing any of those things. I always feel too much pressure. How am i supposed to pick just 10 moments? What if i forget a really good song that came out in February of 2009? What if I Accidentally pick a movie that came out in December 2008? plus lets be honest... I just can't be held responsible for those types of decisions. I'm seriously having a bit of an anxiety attack just thinking about it.
BUT what i will say is that in 2009 i made a LOT of really good friends, developed friendships with a lot of old friends, learned a thing or two about myself, became much stronger (not so much physically) and better at standing up for myself, made a lot of really important steps in my career, probably drank a little too much but had a lot of fun doing it, and my boobs got a little bigger. All together, not too shabby.
I know i say this a lot, but i really do love my friends. so. freaking. grateful.
I don't know why, but somehow i have an easier time picking a best/worst "insert category here" of all time rather than just in a year.
I had the Worst Cab ride of my life on new years eve. the cab driver yelled at me the ENTIRE time for ruining his new years. I'm sorry. i live in brooklyn. i have to go home. I'm know you'd rather stay in manhattan, but trust me, its not the end of the world. he also said, and i quote (hence the quotation marks) "i don't understand how your boyfriend (referring to a friend who helped me catch a cab) is so nice and you're such a bitch." Really? did you just call me a BITCH to my face? and I'm single. thanks for that painful reminder on new years. Are you expecting a tip? (yes. i still gave him a tip. it was new years eve and i made him drive to brooklyn).
Also, my roommates planned the best birthday party I've ever had. i have literally never been so flattered or felt so loved and special. they really went all out. the entire apt was decorated, matt made a huge poster of my face, roger called my mom and got pictures of me 'thru the years' and made a slide show, bunches of friends showed up despite the worst blizzard in the history of NYC, and i put in pretty much zero effort in any of it. thanks to everyone for that. it made turning old a little more bearable.
Honorable mention must go to my 6th birthday when i had a surprise birthday party at pizza hut where we got to make our own personal pan pizzas in the actual pizza hut kitchen. how sweet is that? its a close, close second.
looking forward. goals. 2010. I have to be honest, for some reason i'm not THAT optimistic. I'm not pessimistic either. I guess saying things like "this is gonna be my year" seems a bit overwhelming. I do much better with short term goals. maybe this is why i never actually get anything done. maybe its also just that i started the year in kind of a funky mood. I turned 25, and all of a sudden its 2010, and i feel a little behind in a lot of what i wanted for my life. So I decided to just not care at all about anything. So what? its a new year. big whoop. I'm 25 and haven't really done anything with my life, who gives a shit? Yeah i'm single, but I wouldn't date you anyway. so there. I'm giving myself 2 more days of this attitude then i'll be done with it. i promise.
In the mean time, i'm going to set some goals that maybe will pull me out of this funk. 1. get an agent 2. find a way to start meeting new people 3. meet said new people 4. be a little healthier 5. save more money so i can travel and move into a prettier apartment 6. stop being lazy 7. get my act together. I think this is a pretty decent list. realistic. productive. obtainable.
thats pretty much all i have to say about new years. 11 days late.
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