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Happy New Year, guys! I'm finding myself welcoming 2007 with (omg) packing, and finishing the touch-ups on the photos I'm giving to my parents, and patching my jeans... and packing. Things, all in all, that should've been done sometime in December rather than crammed into my last day here.
I've yet to make any progress on my senior project, so my new year's resolution this year is easy: write my freaking BA. And if I don't start it at the airport tomorrow, every last one of you is allowed to beat me up next time you see me. If I don't die of writing this quarter, I never will, and that's kind of sad. (I'm working on convincing myself that, even if I think it's a long-shot and scary and silly to try to make it as a writer out in the harsh real world where normal people never even think of battling philsophers in Soul Calibur, it's the only thing I can really imagine myself doing right now, so I might as well go for it. So, that is my new year's philosophy. Hopefully it'll last. (If it doesn't, every last one of you is allowed to beat me up next time you see me.))
Normally, this is where a sort of year-in-review entry would go, but looking backwards over last quarter still stresses me out and scares me and I have to get through that to go further back. And right now if I'm not looking towards June, I'm going to trip over my own feet and never get up again. So, here's to a year I can allow myself to remember, rather than one with large gaps of selective amnesia! A year with graduation and a job I like and absolutely no having to move back home, provided I don't have to sell my soul in order to do it!
I've yet to make any progress on my senior project, so my new year's resolution this year is easy: write my freaking BA. And if I don't start it at the airport tomorrow, every last one of you is allowed to beat me up next time you see me. If I don't die of writing this quarter, I never will, and that's kind of sad. (I'm working on convincing myself that, even if I think it's a long-shot and scary and silly to try to make it as a writer out in the harsh real world where normal people never even think of battling philsophers in Soul Calibur, it's the only thing I can really imagine myself doing right now, so I might as well go for it. So, that is my new year's philosophy. Hopefully it'll last. (If it doesn't, every last one of you is allowed to beat me up next time you see me.))
Normally, this is where a sort of year-in-review entry would go, but looking backwards over last quarter still stresses me out and scares me and I have to get through that to go further back. And right now if I'm not looking towards June, I'm going to trip over my own feet and never get up again. So, here's to a year I can allow myself to remember, rather than one with large gaps of selective amnesia! A year with graduation and a job I like and absolutely no having to move back home, provided I don't have to sell my soul in order to do it!
