That's right, it's the very last day of another year we'll never get back.
Of course there are tons of things I want to get done, but that's how it is all year, ever year, right? I mean, what kind of person only tries to improve their situation because it's the start of a new calendar year?
Anyways, here's a flower arrangement my friend did when she was teaching me about it, back in 2009.
It's an old picture, but I think flowers are a nice way to start a new year.
I woke up this morning at my now-usual(??) 6 AM, and spent an hour or so trying to gargle pepper and honey and things in order to rid myself of my sore throat. It wasn't budging, though, so I decided to go out and jog in the 40 degree weather -- which is obviously the best way to cure a sore throat.
Oh, it's not really a fantastic picture of anything interesting, but I took it when I reached my destination -- a little park about a mile from my house.
I'm starting to think the morning isn't so bad! At least there's no one around, just like the night.
I'm reading this book that I found in a drawer here -- it was a best seller a few months ago, so my mom bought it for my grandma, but my grandma only likes trashy, sappy messes, so she quickly returned it to my mom "for her to read".
Anyways, it's alright, but it's one of those books that was written specifically for the purpose of being touching and memorable, and it's way too obvious that it's trying way too hard.
I could never be a book reviewer, could I?
"This book thinks it's better than me. A twisted mess of pretentious."
It was interesting to read your entry on trips, and how bothersome it is to carry around luggage and pack and unpack and take care of your luggage and make sure it's not lost, because I've always felt the same way. Not just with trips, but with everyday life, having too many things to carry around and worry about is something I try to avoid as much as possible.
This is why you might see me rifling through my things at 3 AM, throwing them into a huge bag to be thrown away or donated,
or why you might see me desperately trying to "throw away" an unwanted comrade,
or to cast away some bothersome responsibility I'd accidentally walked into,
or, the list could go on, but the point is that too many things make me anxious.
I've got two roommates who love having lots of things, and who make it a big goal to collect more and more of them, and I really can't understand it at all!
What if they have to run away at a moment's notice???
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