January 01, 2004 :: 1:12 p.m.
some things just don't live up to the hype
So, 2004. What to say, what to say? Nothing, I guess. New Year's Eve isn't my favorite "holiday." I don't really like it very much. It's depressing. There's always crying. And it's ridiculous how hordes of people gather in the freezing cold to watch a stupid lit-up ball drop for 10 seconds. Really, today doesn't feel any different. January 1st never does. It's the beginning of another month, yeah, but it doesn't seem as grand and spectacular as the beginning of a new year should. I think because it's cold. Cold weather makes me want to hibernate and drink hot chocolate, not celebrate things. Also, it's always seemed stupid to me that we celebrate the beginning of the new year when everything is dead and frozen. Way to go with the symbolism there.
Anyway, since it must be done, Happy 2004. May it suck less than its predecessor.
Adam slept over last night, and now he's at his dad's house trying to teach a Photoshop Elements tutorial. Good luck to him; his dad is not always the most patient of people when it comes to computer stuff. Adam always has so many familial obligations - teaching his dad to use Photoshop, completely overhauling his grandma's basement, painting his mom's kitchen. He must be a much better person than I, because while I love my family, I don't do hard labor for them unless there's monetary compensation. Sorry, but it's true. I'm lazy. I can't even muster the motivation to clean my own damn room. Why would I go out of my way to sweat buckets for my family? Yes, I am a horrible, horrible person. I should be dragged into the street and shot, my body strung up on the flagpole for all to see.
My dog is currently over at Pat's house, hanging out with his good doggy-friend Bo. It's nice to be dog-less for a while. I love Buddy, but good lord... he's so high-maintenance. Not really, but compared to the cats he is. They don't give a shit whether I'm here or not, as long as they have food and clean litter boxes. Buddy, on the other hand, is a big attention whore. He gets sad when I leave, and then turns into a bouncing spaz when I come back. And he has the most horrendous gas I have ever smelled, which, hey, really fucking gross. I actually had to plug the fan in last night to circulate the air. Seriously, it's disgusting. Something must be done.
Today, I need to go to the bank, possibly Kohl's, and possibly Office Max for a black ink cartridge and printer paper. Oh errands, how I despise thee. But I should just go out and get them done, so... off I go. Cheers.
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