This has nothing to do with anything, but has anyone else watched Purple Rain lately? I just recently saw it all the way through for the first time, and I swear to god, the whole movie plays out like a “Walker, Texas Ranger lever” segment on Conan O’Brian. Any movie where someone stares pensively out into a body of water is crap. Any movie with Prince dressed in leather and full make-up, sitting at a lake and dreaming of the future like he’s on Dawson’s Creek is hilarious and absolutely ridiculous. All the movie’s missing is a scene where he and Apollonia dance around a table and get into a food fight while “Respect” is playing.
I’m not really a fan of New Year’s resolutions. There’s so much potential to screw them up, and then what – you have to wait another year to try again? That’s silly. Quit smoking or start running or whatever when you feel like it, not when everyone else is trying – and failing miserably. If I make any sort of resolutions at all, I’m much more likely to look at the coming year, and the events and changes in my life that are inevitable. These things (such as finding a job and apartment, and Brian moving here) will definitely change my life and change me as a person, and it’s fun to think about how those changes will branch off and affect so many other things about me (like the fact that Brian will totally make me quit smoking … jerk).
When the future year (or I guess current year now – it’s 2005, y’all!!!) freaks me out, I like to look at the past year and think about everything I’ve accomplished – like flying to London again, getting a masters degree, getting back together with Brian (and breaking up again and getting back together again), and interning at an agency and being good at it. It’s easy for me to do stuff like this because I’ve had a journal for 10 years. Hell, if I’m really freaked out about the future, sometimes I’ll go back and read every New Year’s entry I’ve ever written.
So much for that Emerson quote.
And about the whole apartment situation… some of my friends like to tease me that Pammy isn’t real. She totally does exist. Unfortunately for me, so does her brand-new fiance. Congratulations, Pammy!!! But that does mean no new apartment for me. For the time being. I wasn’t ready to leave the basement anyway. You can’t force people into things when they’re not ready.
So… to Jen and Ron, your New Years party was fantastic, by the way. Thank you so much for being amazing hosts once again.
I didn’t have anyone to “officially” kiss, but I got a drunk smootch from Conor, so that was nice. I’m getting really tired of this whole “boyfriend’s out of town – maybe next year” thing. I know that he’s trying very hard to save up money to move here, but holy balls. My New Year’s resolution is to kiss my boyfriend next year. Not sure how I’m going to do that, especially if he doesn’t move here, but whatever. I’m gonna.
At least he will be here for my birthday. For the first time in our 3 1/2 years of knowing each other, we get to be together for a birthday. I’m really excited.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYBODY!!!
Secretly Stephie 