Saturday, December 31, 2011

Plans for 2012

I'm definitely hoping that 2012 will be a whole lot less crazy than 2011, but I'm thinking it might be too much to hope, what with the Israel ordeal. Mostly I'm hoping that it's not so crazy I can't handle it. I dislike not being able to handle things as much as I dislike being wrong.
I'm not making any resolutions this year, because I know I'm not going to keep them, but I know that I will be blogging every day or so and I will be doing NaNoWriMo this year and I will be trying to stay positive and I will keep writing and I will keep reading. So yeah. Those are resolutions of sorts.
Have you got any resolutions?

2011 in Review

Today is the last day of 2011. New Year's Eve. The day we look back on the past year. And what a year it was.
This year was eventful, to say the least. Outside of my own personal life, there were the Arab uprisings (along with the deaths of several leaders), Osama bin Laden's death, the Occupy movement, Harry Potter's last movie, the death of Steve Jobs, the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, the end of the space program, and a wild year in weather. There are definitely more significant events.
2011 was a really hectic year for me. All I can say is that I'm glad I'm out of this mess. It was both a good and bad mess at times, but I'm glad it's over. For the moment, I'll be happy to close the book on this year and put it on the shelf for a bit. It was both painful and amazing, but most of all it was crazy. I want to scream from the rooftops how glad I am it's over.
It's been a harder year than some of the past ones. I learned a lot of things, among which was to let go and live in the present. That has made a definite improvement on my life.
I know that a lot of my latest blog posts have been either "I'm-about-to-go-mad" or "I-love-my-life" but that's really my life at the moment. I hope that in 2012 the latter continues and the former is eradicated. Unfortunately, I think that's against my nature, so I'll suffice it to say that I hope it appears minimally. All in all, I'm hoping 2012 will be a better year than this one, although in some ways this one was pretty dang good.
Happy last day of 2011!

Friday, December 30, 2011

Messed-up

I have come to the conclusion that I am completely and utterly messed-up.
I have two sides. On one hand, I'm that girl who's calling out in class and being loud and laughing and can get hyper on practically anything, including life. But on the other, I'm the pessimistic, depressed, hopeless person. It sounds like two different people, but it isn't. Just me.
Most people don't come in contact as much with the more messed-up side of me. Because out in public I'm not. With other people I'm not. But when I'm alone, especially at night, I get all awful. Gmail chat is where I often am when that happens.
So. For your information. I am messed-up. But you probably knew that already.

Nutcracker!

Yes, that was what I did with my evening.
We were running a bit late, so I was rushing ahead of everyone as I always do when I feel pressed for time. And I was freezing because I was wearing a dress and no tights and it was cold. Besides, I know the way from the parking garage to the theater by heart. I've been to that many Boston Ballet performances.
This was the first time in a few years that I've been to Nutcracker, even though the production is the same. The coolest thing this year was that I recognized many of the children (and there are a lot of children) in the cast, including Clara. It's really cool to see someone that you know in the studio go onstage. And they all did a wonderful job. It was an amazing excursion.
Congratulations to all of Cast B!

Reading

Today I have been reading.
I finished Feed by M. T. Anderson within three hours of starting. It made me think of technology a whole lot differently. It's about a society where "the feed," an electronic device installed into the brain, controls everything - what you do, what you buy, what goes on with your life. The main character, Titus, has always taken it for granted. Then he meets a girl named Violet, who decides to fight the feed.
Consider this a recommendation.
I am currently reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. By currently I mean that I just closed the book for a bit and am about to go back to it. Lots of people are surprised that I haven't read Hunger Games, but there you go. I'm reading it now, okay?
I am a swallow-books-whole reader. I read super fast through the book then go back and enjoy the bits I liked. And quotes stick in my mind - I'm not really sure how. I just gather small morsels of information. There are quotes I can remember from books I read two or three years back, perhaps more. But the unfortunate thing is, I can't force myself to memorize things. So much for that.
Now excuse me, I must go back to my book. The Games are about to start.

YouTube

Just a few hours ago I was feeling horrible. Then I watched YouTube.
I don't know if any of you are as addicted to it as I am. It's definitely an amazing thing. Search anything and there will likely be a video for it.
So I watched YouTube. All better now.

I went to the movies

Yesterday I went to the movies. With my friends. It was awesome.
We went to see Tintin. My favorite part was the animation. Tintin looks amazing, especially because he looks like a living version of the cartoon. And Captain Haddock was quite accurate, whisky and all.
This whole thing was thrown together rather spontaneously, but it was all the more fun for it. I feel so repetitive when every time I mention my friends it comes down to "I-won't-have-this-anymore-so-I'm-enjoying-it" but it's exactly how I feel. And being around my friends makes me so content. I never want it to go away.
It feels almost surreal somehow that I won't be able to physically see them for six months. I know it's going to happen, but I can't feel it. That's the part I'm dreading - not being able to talk to them. I only realized this recently, when it all started to come down on me. Before that I was only looking at the full scope of the situation, the entirety of it, but now it's down to worrying about the little things. What if I forget something, what if I start losing words in English, what if I can't communicate with my friends. What if. It's a horrible game.
Ten days. The boxes are coming now, things are going to the attic. Boxes. I hate them. It feels like my life is being packed up. And all I can do is go along with it and feel like I'm about to cry but can't, I can't do anything, can't let it out, because I don't know what to feel, I can't...
And to think, ten used to be my lucky number.