At the end of every year I feel completely ready for the next new year and what lays ahead for me. I don't know if it is because it holds new adventures, new experiences. A chance to be different and do things differently. But I feel that every year is the same, I make promises and break them, resolutions never kept, changes never made. So why is it every year I am so eager to go through the same motions? Pretending and convincing myself things "will" be different this time around. Who knows, maybe this year will be different. Hopefully it won't go as fast as 2007 did, it really just flew by.
I wrote this before the 2007 New Year in my blog last year, Dec 2006 2007 Has to be better Has to be sweeter Has to involve less tears Has to hurt less Has to feel good Well in reality, 2007 was better, but it involved more tears. It wasn't sweetier, but it was a little easier. It did feel good at a lot of points, but it still felt bad too. What does 2008 hold for me?
One of my neighbors (still unknown) called the police because my garage door went up at 2am.
So an officer and the sherrif cars come. The cop is banging on my door, finally I answer. Scared me half to death I thought I was going to pass out I was so shaken up. The cop is like one of your neighbors was worried and called the police and we are just checkin on you. He just kept saying are you ok and giving me funny looks. Probably because I am standing in my pjs and its freezing out and well you know hanes white tee-shirts and polka dot pants, my hair is a mess, and my retainer is preventing me from talking correctly. I didnt know what to do I was like blanking and that is why the cop was like do you want me to close it for you? I went and looked and closed the garage. The cop had said they looked around and nothing looked suspicious. I tried to calm down but I kept shaking and crying and I felt so alone. The cop sat in my driveway for about 15 minutes. Finally I just had to go to sleep I had class in the morning, but I am shaking and the dog is shaking and it was not easy to get back to bed at 2:30 am. I still don't know for sure which neighbor called but I am down to the two across from me. And then tonight, stressed, tired, so so so shaken up still. I broke down.
I have been sick for the better part of this past week. I have learned many a lesson from my position on the couch.
Working while, no matter if it is the sniffles or the flu, just is not fun. Working just makes it 1 million times worse.
Running out of Kleenex at the height of the illness feels like the end of the world. But do not be afraid to text anyone and everyone to bring you a box.
No one is going to take care of you when you are an adult, and that really sucks. Even your boyfriend of four years won't take care of you.
JUICE is essential, have it on hand before getting sick.
Don't stop brushing just washed hair just because you are sick, the knots and tangles will be overwhelming when you finally feel like brushing again.
Discovery, history, and travel channels can be interesting AND informal, after so many days of garbage on tv.
Loss of appetite due to illness does not mean don't eat and maybe you will lose weight, but forcing yourself to get off the couch to eat some crackers is almost not worth the effort.
Do laundry the first day you feel sick, because sunday at nine pm when you realize you need pants for work, and the thought of going down the stairs makes you want to throw up, you will have your laundry already done.
FINALLY Do not feel guilty for doing absolutely nothing the entire weekend, despite the fact you have nothing done for Christmas, and your exams and final projects are looming. DO NOT FEEL GUILTY!