Sarcasm Aside

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Right now, I am and doing a little but I think by the end of February I might be .

It just occurred to me that only made 4 posts here. How lame is that? What a marvelous way to start the year.

Catch you all when I have more free time.

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A few stanzas from Jamie Cullum…

Next Year, Things are gonna change,
Gonna drink less beer and start all over again
Gonna pull up my socks, gonna clean my shower
Not gonna live by the clock, but get up at a decent hour
Gonna read more books, gonna keep up with the news
Gonna learn how to cook, and spend less money on shoes
Pay my bills on time, file my mail away, everyday
Only drink the finest wine, and call my Gran every Sunday
Resolutions
Well Baby they come and go
Will I do any of these things?
The answers probably no

That pretty much sums up my whole ideology about resolutions (not to mention enumerates some of the resolutions I’ve attempted and failed at) I contradict myself all the time, I take back what I say and I more often than not have the steadfastness of a senile tropical typhoon. Resolute can hardly be used as an adjective for me.

“But then again…” , says alternati while rubbing thumb and index finger across chin, “Resolution can mean re-solution… solving things again”.

This I do. There are lots of things I have figured out in a certain year which often times, I find myself figuring out again the year after. Things like how to wake up early without acting/ appearing like a zombie all day… or the “I won’t drink again” litanies of a monstrous hangover… or the perils of over-pre-spending.

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New Year’s Eve at home was extra hilarious this year. We found a whole new appreciation for a megaphone. A megaphone, yes the instrument police officers use during hostage negotiations or better yet, the instrument used by Liam Gallagher in the Wonderwall music video. My brother found a megaphone a few seconds before “the ball dropped” and started speaking inane stuff into it towards the neighbors. He then recorded my mom’s unique laugh and played it on a continuous loop. We were laughing our asses off. My family is crazy like that.

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My clock stopped a couple of days before we rung in the New Year. It has been (and still is) perpetually 10:48 inside my room. That is a testament to my extraordinary procrastinating powers. I have double A batteries readily accessible from my bedside drawer, I just find the idea of reaching up to get the clock rather taxing.

Then again, I relish the metaphor. Maybe that is my re-solution this year. To be, like the clock that stopped, right at least twice a day.

(I’ll put new batteries into the clock… eventually)

“Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance - a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.”
-Augusta E. Rundel

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Happy Holidays to you and your family! From me and mine.

See you all again after the presents have been opened and we’ve all gained a pound (or ten)

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