So, I think this was the most challenging year of my existence. The first half was relatively tame. But this last half, especially this last semester, hit the fan.
I mean, I totaled my car. The Nissan. What did John Fox name it sophomore year? I think it was Jolly Rodger. Haha. He was a weird kid. He made the entire dorm stink when he kept a dead lobster in his room for like a week or two. Then, him and his friends decided to play with it in the stairwell. Jesus, everyone was so pissed at him.
Well, now I have Beatrix, the Black Mamba. But she just got a damn dent from my mom's cunt neighbor. I swear.
My dad went to the hospital after having a seizure, in jail, and suffered a massive brain injury when he fell down. Apparently he hit his head on the windowsill. I can't believe how much he's improved over a month's time. I mean: night and day. When I saw him before Thanksgiving break he was all tubed-up and unconscious. Now, he's walking and talking again. I do sense that it's hard for him to think. And he's in pain. I wonder if this will change him or if he'll continue to destroy himself? I hope it's the former.
I graduated!! Thank the Lord Almighty. I thought this would never occur, but it has, and I can begin the next journey.
I don't know if I'll get to that journalism desk in the sky I've been hoping. I've applied for over a dozen jobs. Heard nothing. I have an interview for a full-time teller this coming Wednesday. But I can't do this forever. I've determined that I'll stick it out for a year or two here working off my debt. I also plan to keep writing for the paper (which will hopefully attract jobs since most of them require 1-3 years experience).
I haven't had any significant blips on the romance radar. Yeah, who knows where that aspect of my life will take me. I feel so helpless, hopeful and out-casted sometimes. I'm very particular. I have an ideal and I can't find it because I don't put myself out there and those that I do find, aren't up to par. I'm really thinking it's Columbia. I just have no access to anyone who's cultured or encompasses everything I'm looking for in a man.
I would have a countdown of my favorite music and movie picks from the year, but alas, I haven't seen every movie I need to. That's another frustrating aspect to my being utterly poor: no disposible income for movies. But non-the-less, here are my favorites.
Movies:
1. Dreamgirls
2. An Inconvient Truth
3. The Prestige
4. The Devil Wears Prada
5. Inside Man
Movies I wish I had seen: Little Miss Sunshine, The Fountain, Little Children, The Departed, The Queen (which I still may see at Rag Tag and put into this post), Flags of Our Fathers, Letters from Iwa Jiima, Borat, Casino Royale, The Good Shepard, The Good German
Albums:
1. Justin Timberlake - FutureSex/LoveSounds
2. Beyonce - B'day
3. Snow Patrol - Eyes Open
4. Gwen Stefani - The Sweet Escape
5. OutKast - Idlewild
Honorable mentions (which are just further down the line): Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere, Red Hot Chili Peppers - Stadium Arcadium, James Blunt - Back to Bedlam, The Fray - How to Save a Life, Keane - Under the Iron Sea, Nelly Furtado - Loose, T.I. - King, Lupe Fiasco - Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor, Walk the Line Sountrack, Brokeback Mountain Soundtrack
Alright, well, that's that I guess. Have a great New Year's. Let's hope this one is one that makes us learn, grow, and love. To new beginnings and learned reflections.
My New Year's resolutions: to manage my debts and get out of the whole, find a job in a major city writing, and maybe to fall in love. Peace.
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