2004-12-20 - 2:58 p.m.
I hate the banners so much on this website when I go to the "Diaryland Members Area", that I think I might yarf (the word "yarf" graciously provided by my real bloodbrother, Ben Lynch). I'm tempted to make one myself that sounds so painfully trying to be clever and unique and ironic and gross and when I think about doing that, I remember the time when I put a profile on Am I Hot or Not Personals with the most generic, obnoxiously stereotypical words possible just to see what kind of putzes responded. Me? Ass. Hole.
Today I was thinking about this whole business of 2004 giving his daughter, 2005, away at the marriage between December 31st and January 1st and when I thought about it, I kind of can't believe I did all this stuff this year.
When I greeted 2004 with my right hand glued at my side, I was reluctantly entering a relationship and enthusiastically jumping into watching American Idol tryouts on Fox. After becoming obsessed with Alias and watching my favorite ladies on American Idol shimmy shake their way to the top, spring sucker punched me hard and while laying on the blooming lawns of May, I was forced to complete a 50 page thesis. Months later, summer kissed my feet and I was shipped off to Turkmenistan to teach dirty, unreasonably cute children a language they will never use. And now here I am, one year later, 9 time zones forward, and in a place much stranger--emotionally, physically--than I thought I would be at now.
It's times like these that I think, as I often think, "What did I do? What on earth did I do?" It's not that I regret it at all--this is certainly worth all the internal fuss. However, when I gaze out the frosty windows of a marshrutka I'm taking to work and a sweaty, overweight dayza is heaving on my thigh, I really have to wonder why I thought graduate school was too hard for me to get into.
But, I'd like to give a shout out to the man in charge, the Notorious G.O.D., who if it wasn't for his whispering seemingly strange ideas like, "Join the Peace Corps," into my spoiled, bratty ears, changes that needed to be made in my cold little heart never would have been started to have been made.
Drink hot chocolate with your loveliest ones and water your Christmas tree. Those things shed needles like crayzy if you don't.
