ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} liplock) wrote,@ 2008-01-02 12:42:00 |
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200820082008
I had a pseudo-surprise party (It was gonna be a surprise, but then I found out) at the ranch in California with my family, and my friend Tim, and it was awesome. Everyone loved Tim, which was to be expected.
My grandma made a Birthday Mad Lib for me, which was basically a story of my life. Adjectives ranged from "scrumptulescent" (from my Aunt Elena), "Red-Hot" (my brother Steven, who also contributed "Sweaty", which ended up refering to him in the storyl yess!), and "Cat" (from my 5 year old cousin Evi. We took the liberty of changing it to "catty"). I drank champagne, and got drunk on love. Best birthday party ever.
I gots a pots and pans set for christmas. Which means: no more teflon flaking into our pasta!
Tim and I bought each other a book at Barnes and Nobles. For Tim I got Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. Tim got me Perfume by Patrick Suskind.
Also I watched Juno and forgave it for the reasons my movie-watching companions didn't like it because I thought it was so cute and I have the hugest thing for George Michael (a.k.a. Michael Sera) because all you can do is adore him. He was also in my dream last night, as were ghosts and a psychologist, which I'm pretty sure was directly influenced by a) me sleeping on the family couch, and b) watching lost and arrested development on said couch before I fell asleep.
I'm nervous about my classes, but it's the good kind of nervous.
Right now, I'm home in Oregon for a couple of days, compiling a cookbook (you know, from sticky recipe/photo sheets and a binder), doing my fafsa, and having a LOST marathon.
I am determined to have an awesome (or at least better than this quarter and my attitude have been) year. My birthday is on the 9th, and Imma be 21, so that's good news.
For 2008, more: tea, sleep, deep breathing, laughter, home-made meals, vegetables, balance, perspective. Less: stress, shit-talking, negativity, sugar, staying up all night letting my head spin out, apologies, and uncertainty. More: movement, growth; diving in without my swimsuit.
I refuse to make a resolution like "exercise" or some shit. I do what I want. My only resolution is to do things whether or not I have a swimsuit, goggles, towel, etc. I am done standing still.
Yay 2008!
I hope this wasn't too cheesy, or too patronizing or painful if you had a shitty year. I am choosing, for the moment, to go on this whole gratidude kick, and focus on the positive, the good.
P.S. THANK YOU FOR THE BOOK RECCOMENDATIONS!
I had a pseudo-surprise party (It was gonna be a surprise, but then I found out) at the ranch in California with my family, and my friend Tim, and it was awesome. Everyone loved Tim, which was to be expected.
My grandma made a Birthday Mad Lib for me, which was basically a story of my life. Adjectives ranged from "scrumptulescent" (from my Aunt Elena), "Red-Hot" (my brother Steven, who also contributed "Sweaty", which ended up refering to him in the storyl yess!), and "Cat" (from my 5 year old cousin Evi. We took the liberty of changing it to "catty"). I drank champagne, and got drunk on love. Best birthday party ever.
I gots a pots and pans set for christmas. Which means: no more teflon flaking into our pasta!
Tim and I bought each other a book at Barnes and Nobles. For Tim I got Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. Tim got me Perfume by Patrick Suskind.
Also I watched Juno and forgave it for the reasons my movie-watching companions didn't like it because I thought it was so cute and I have the hugest thing for George Michael (a.k.a. Michael Sera) because all you can do is adore him. He was also in my dream last night, as were ghosts and a psychologist, which I'm pretty sure was directly influenced by a) me sleeping on the family couch, and b) watching lost and arrested development on said couch before I fell asleep.
I'm nervous about my classes, but it's the good kind of nervous.
Right now, I'm home in Oregon for a couple of days, compiling a cookbook (you know, from sticky recipe/photo sheets and a binder), doing my fafsa, and having a LOST marathon.
I am determined to have an awesome (or at least better than this quarter and my attitude have been) year. My birthday is on the 9th, and Imma be 21, so that's good news.
For 2008, more: tea, sleep, deep breathing, laughter, home-made meals, vegetables, balance, perspective. Less: stress, shit-talking, negativity, sugar, staying up all night letting my head spin out, apologies, and uncertainty. More: movement, growth; diving in without my swimsuit.
I refuse to make a resolution like "exercise" or some shit. I do what I want. My only resolution is to do things whether or not I have a swimsuit, goggles, towel, etc. I am done standing still.
Yay 2008!
I hope this wasn't too cheesy, or too patronizing or painful if you had a shitty year. I am choosing, for the moment, to go on this whole gratidude kick, and focus on the positive, the good.
P.S. THANK YOU FOR THE BOOK RECCOMENDATIONS!
