when the clock struck twelve tonight it felt the same as any other night. i was in bed, listening to the sound of distant fireworks and dogs barking. i honestly could have missed the turning of the year completely. it really doesn't feel like a new year at all. it never does. i'm ecstatic nonetheless-- ecstatic for my own plans, if nothing else.
i've decided that i will take full advantage of the passage of time, that this is the year i will leap out of indolence and seize life by the throat, etc. etc. this year i will verse myself in the world of ideas and dabble in a new language or maybe three. i'd rather do away with myself than let life pass me by once more. after all, how much more time do i really have? i turn fifteen this month, sixteen in little more than a year's time. when i'm sixteen i'll be learning how to drive, and that's the beginning of the end, isn't it? i'll spare you the dramatics, the point is, i could never have this much time to myself again so i might as well try to make something out of myself now. 'appy neeeeeewwh year!!!!!!!!!!! i hope yours was as quiet/eventful/whatever-else as you wanted it to be.
i've decided that i will take full advantage of the passage of time, that this is the year i will leap out of indolence and seize life by the throat, etc. etc. this year i will verse myself in the world of ideas and dabble in a new language or maybe three. i'd rather do away with myself than let life pass me by once more. after all, how much more time do i really have? i turn fifteen this month, sixteen in little more than a year's time. when i'm sixteen i'll be learning how to drive, and that's the beginning of the end, isn't it? i'll spare you the dramatics, the point is, i could never have this much time to myself again so i might as well try to make something out of myself now. 'appy neeeeeewwh year!!!!!!!!!!! i hope yours was as quiet/eventful/whatever-else as you wanted it to be.
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