This has been an eventful year. When I started 2006, I was a complete mess: directionless or, as Evan Dando would say, like a ship without a rudder. I hated my house, fought all the time with friends, was generally depressed about everything. It sucked. But this year things have really fallen into place and I feel like the year ended much more positively than I could have anticipated.
Maybe it's just the calm before the storm or the eye of the tornado, but I feel surprisingly calm and content.
I'm going to attribute this whole turnaround to a couple of things:
1) cutting loose negative forces. I'm thinking specifically about a couple of toxic people who really worked hard at making me feel inadequate and shitty on a constant basis. Surprisingly, when one of them was eliminated from my life things were instantly better.
2) getting into school. Thank you, Mr. Admissions Guy, for letting me in just before you retired.
3) having kick-ass friends. This year friends really stepped up with being rad to me, and that I got to meet a bunch of cool new people and reconnect with others I fell out with is pretty sweet, too. Good job, all (pat, pat).
4) the luck of the apartment. Certainly, having a new pad is a huge part of why things don't seem so shitty. It's surprising what more light and space (and less moisture and mold) can do for a girl. I still can't keep plants alive in my tropical nest, but at least I could grow plants just outside my door without worrying about the crackheads down the street stealing them. And my shoes are contained.
Granted, I've also become the kind of person who has a fridge full of beer (current inventory: 10 large bottles, 8 small bottles and 4 cans of cheap stuff leftover from Christmas (the plan really worked! They drank the cheap stuff happily until the clamato ran out; then they stopped drinking), but it is a small price to pay for a pleasant existence.
Maybe I'm still feeling the love from "Night At The Museum." I went to see it with Tangiene last night and it was better than I anticipated. As a couple asked us when we were leaving, "Are you also surprised that that was better than you thought it would be?" Sure, it was a little hokey in parts and some of the plot was a bit weak and too family-oriented for my tastes, but still... Mickey Rooney had some hilarious lines (said guy we talked to afterwards: "I didn't even know he was still alive? And maybe he wasn't...") and even Robin Williams was tolerable. What I want to know is...
How is it Owen Wilson was in town to film it and I never got any sort of a phone call about it? I mean, even though he's my fake boyfriend he should have still made an effort. Fucker.
Last night when I got home I talked to another friend who, earlier, sent an email saying he had good and bad news for me. When we talked, he started with the bad and I think it's time to pull out the soapbox as I relay the info. The bad news (the worst news): on Christmas Day two of his close friends were killed by a hit-and-run drunk driver. The guy who crashed into them was a 21-year-old who had about 10 beers and was on his way to buy more when he drove through an intersection and slammed into the car. The two other people in my friend's friend's car were in the front seat and survived, but the two in the back did not. One was 33, the other was 26.
I bring this up specifically because I want you all to have a safe New Years tonight. Just don't even leave your house if you can help it. I'll be holed up in my house, watching '80s teen movies, eating appetizers and drinking beer. I expect you to have more fun than me, but I want to see you back here tomorrow. Got it?
Happy New Year, dear friends, and all the warmest wishes for 2007.
Currently reading :
I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence
By Amy Sedaris
Release date: 16 October, 2006
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