I have dry hands. It has been awhile since I’ve wrote. I’ve been thinking about how I wanted to write, but couldn’t figure out what to write about. A review of 2009 could be a good start.
I’m trying to think of what happened in 2009, since most of these days seem to run together anyways. It is even taking awhile for me to figure out where I was last year for New Years. . . ah ha! I do remember. I actually went home from festivities and recall puking. lol What a way to start a New Year. Did I even make it ’til 12? I was drinking rum and coke for sure though.
What else from 2009? I have no idea. I know it was a long, boring, jobless summer, in which I actually started this blog. But to remember anything significant seems silly. What did I learn from 2009?
I did learn in spring semester that chemistry labs are horribly boring and suicidal, but also that some T.A’s do speak english, can actually teach, and are really cool. lol
I learned that first impressions can actually be right a lot of the time, but can be a pleasant surprise when shown differently.
I found out that sitting at the Terrace on a nice day (or night) is awesome, drunk or sober. Especially when there are ducks.
I found that some people are just as weird as me.
I found out, during Mifflin, that if you do indeed start drinking at 10 am, and continue drinking all day (without passing out), you will be stupor-ly drunk by 7 pm. And not to play Apples to Apples with sober people, cause you’ll look like the drunkard bitch.
I learned that family does become more important to you when you grow up, but still can’t decipher why.
I learned that “try, try again, and you will succeed” is actually completely false. Sometimes things are just impossible.
Setting your mind on something doesn’t necessarily mean on anything, related much to the one above.
Some things are impossible.
People are generally not that bright.
I guess I did learn some things. Oh, I also learned never to eat peanut butter after a rough night of drinking.
I would now say that maybe I have resolutions to make, but I’m not sure if I would keep them. I feel like I’ve made resolutions before, and as the year goes on things happen, and by the end of the year, there you are, making the same resolutions. I think by this age, we pretty much are the people we’re going to become. I guess it is kind of scary and comforting. We’re not in that weird teenage stage where something on a billboard influences 100%, but at the same time we have another 70 years to live with whoever we are as of now. And say if someone did want to change, is it too late?
