Sunday, January 09, 2005 -- 4:03 PM

I am Jack's false sense of security

Well, Christmas appears to be over, and as such my blog has been reverted back to it's old and reassuring self. My mind is quite the proverbial empty slate. I really need something to get me going again, and I hope that work will do that. I start work tomorrow, and I've also purposed to start writing again. I guess you could call it a New Year's resolution, though it's a complete coincidence, since I've been planning to start writing for a couple of months. Officially, my New Year's resolutions are to drink and smoke more, and eat and exercise less.

Since we're on the subject of New Years, I spent it playing a board game at my aunt and uncle's. I heard the loud countdown chanted from my little cousins in the basement, and each of us playing Acquire murmured an unfazed and uninterrupted, "Happy new year." If I bothered to try and remember any of my other eighteen New Years countdowns, I might just decide that I liked this one the best, but only because I've never had a girl to kiss as the countdown ended.

But it's 2005 now, and that's something. It feels funny to think about all that time passing, and when I really do think about it, I hardly even remember the nineties, at least not like I thought I'd remember them. That is to say, I remember various events and experiences from the nineties, but nothing very solid, not like I thought I'd remember them. Damn it, I'm eighteen years old and when my littlest brother goes to college I'll be twenty-five. Actually, that doesn't sound quite as bad as I thought it would. "In seven years I'll be twenty five." Yeah, that's actually alright. How about, "In three years I'll be twenty-one"? That's fine too. It's even better if I say, "In three years I'll be twenty-one and will be legally allowed to buy alchohol in the United States." Now I'm feeling pretty good. I feel like maybe I can wrap this post up on a pretty good note.