happy fucking new year!
tuesday, january 1, 2002
and i mean that sincerely. hee. hey, hey, you know what? this is, with the exception of some entries from last january that seem to be lost forever, the 825th entry in this online crap book. heh. in case anybody cares. i know i do. coz it's, um, weird. anyway.
i don't make new years resolutions, because an arbitrarily agreed upon year shift doesn't seem like a good enough thing to pin a genuine wish for change upon. but i'll make a few wishes? okay. hrm. let's see.
the far fetched wish list:
i wish it will stop feeling like the world is about to end (i, um, mean that in a good way?). i wish i suddenly find myself rich enough to make myself and those around me debt free and comfortable. i wish i had small and exquisite feet. i wish women would stop leaving piss droplets on public toilet seats. (i wish i could watch readers wince over that last one.) and i wish good health upon everyone.
the slightly smaller scaled wish list:
i wish i would stop having dreams about kittens. i'm serious. in every three dreams or so i find a brood of kittens to take care of, but they all keep escaping, and they always belong to somebody else. wtf?
i wish my financial state was a bit more stabile so i could buy a gameboy without feeling guilty. (or, more far fetchedly-- a portable dvd player.)
i wish.. that next semester of college will be the best yet, with no problematic professors and whatnot.
um.. let's see.. what other cheesy wishes can i make.. i wish for better health, with less crazy dreams, anxiety, anemia, head aches, stuffy nose and personal issues. heh.
i wish my recent bout of "scared of the dark" would go away. i'm seriously. it's not funny. every freaking night the past 3 weeks or so, i'm really scared of the dark. i imagine turning my head and seeing.. something just behind me. i imagine seeing something outside the window. i imagine something standing next to me by the bed when i try and go to sleep. it's getting on my nerves.
that, and dreaming of kittens.. it's just nutty, i tell you. last night, in addition to dreaming my mother had gotten 7 kittens that kept running about, i also dreamt there was something wrong with my blood, and i had to keep drawing some blood and inject it back in to somehow try and make it better. i'm telling you. nutty dreams. heh.
oh well. this was seriously just going to be a wishing well post, not about other crap, so. most of all, i wish us all joy. (stupid anja made me terribly sniffly with her journal entry. sigh.) anyway. 2002. hooray? �� 12:39 a.m.
