I did nothing on new years eve. I thought about going out to a bar and mixing and mingling with some beautiful babies, but then I remembered a few things about myself. 1) I don’t like loud and endless booty rap 2) I don’t have that much money to spend on overpriced beer 3) large groups of people make me very tired 4) I would have been by myself and I have no real interest meeting drunk women at a loud, crowded, booty rap filled bar. So, I stayed home, read some Walt Whitman and watched Carson Daly look like an ass with a headset while Tiki Barber discussed the new, earth-friendly confetti being thrown on the people below. Also, I did step outside to watch the firework come over the hill somewhere around Fremont. I didn’t watch long because it was very cold and I didn’t have any socks underneath my Birkenstocks. In the midst of this uneventful bringing-in of the new year I did decide a few things for myself. My first goal is to have something published in a printed journal. Granted, I love seeing my reviews on Burnside every other week or so, but I just think it would be extra special to have my words in print. I want to be able to take an idea, or an event, or a person (as you can see, I have done a lot in deciding my topic already), write about it, then rip it apart, look at it from every angle and make it perfect. Second, I want to write more on this blog. I need to figure out how to split up things into sections and tabs. I’ll try to have a section for music, nonfiction, fiction, poetry, etc. I’m sure someone can tell me how to do that. Lastly, I want to tell people how I feel more. I want to transcend social barriers and customs and be able to talk to strangers, and speak with unashamed honesty to my friends and neighbors. Wish me luck.
