An auspicious beginning

aus-pi-cious
adj.
1. Attended by favorable circumstances; propitious.
2. Marked by success; prosperous.

It's not that 2007 is looking any better or worse than the last 20 New Year's Days I've lived through (NOTHING takes the cake quite like Y2K); it's simply just that today promises a new beginning for tomorrow. It's only 12:36am on New Year's Eve as I write this, but in less than 24 hours it will be a new day and a new year - and time for a new beginning. Any time I get a chance to start over is a good time.
Though, in all actuality, "start over" isn't exactly the right word for it. What would better serve my purposes... hmm... Perhaps it's like hitting the "refresh" button. No, then that leads to the trouble of returning to the same screen. "Ctrl-alt-del" isn't quite right either. 2006 hasn't quite imploded on me (though it still has a little over 23 hours to try).
Perhaps it's like opening a new tab in my browser. The other stuff I've been looking at is still there, but the new page is delightfully blank and ready to go wherever my fingers choose.
Dunno why I'm fixated on computer-y analogies, but that's as good as any that I'll come up with at the moment.
I've digressed.
The point is, 2007 has nothing written in stone. Not yet, at any rate. Right now, 2007 looks pleasantly unchartered and full of potential, and where I go during the year, and what I'll do, is yet unwritten. I rather like that uncertainty. I've acknowledged the horrid degree to which I suffer from indecisiveness, but in this one scenario, not knowing has never looked better. For now, I'm still able to imagine all the places I can explore, the lessons I'll seek, the sorrows I'll bear. It's a freedom of sorts.
In the meantime, I've written some resolutions. They're a little more specific, this time around, which means (hopefully) that I'll remember and stick to them.
My health: As much as I abhor the gym, and as wonderful as my youthful metabolism is, I must face facts - I am in a sad state of health, and my way of burning through the food I consume won't last forever. I'm not about to diet - FUCK THAT - but I do recognize that I should be drinking more water, eating more veggies, and getting more exercise than just walking to and from class. KLo and I are reviving our gym dates - and, incidentally, this is a good way to kill two metaphorical birds with one stone.
My friends: I greatly neglected my dearest friends from my first to years of college, KLo and Fadiya (the duo!), and I've resolved to rectify that mistake. Working out with KLo is one way; fleeing to their beautiful off-campus condo when I'm in need of a break is another. I also want to take Octavia up on her lunch and dinner offers. She regularly texts all the RAs to ask if they'd care to eat with her at a dining hall other than Foodworx or at Price Center, and I want to join her on this occasions.
My work: LJS&C is dull. I've not been learning anything new since my first two months at the job. However, this does not mean that I should be surfing through webcomics or creating blogs when I have things to do. If I've run through my in-tray, then I can file, or ask Diane (my new boss) for something to do. That said, I'm going to quit at the end of the season. I'm simply not growing in any positive direction, and, frankly, I'm bored. I'm aiming for another internship this summer, and then a new job come fall (unless I RA again. Should I take that route, then I simply won't work at all).
There was one another resolution listed in my journal (which is where I wrote these originally) but I don't think I'll go into it here.
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I've noticed that a lot of people import their blogs to Facebook. I've been toying with the idea of doing that, but then I realized that these very thoughts would be broadcasted to a vast number of people I know by name and face, many of whom I interact with on a daily basis. I'd rather not have some of these notions I've "penned" so far-flung across the vast internet frontier. Not that blogger provides any more anonymity, but at least the strangers stumbling across my blog are exactly that - strangers. (The ones who've been reading my rants and raves for about a year now - you don't count. You've read some of my most and least personal entries across several blogs; I no longer worry what you think when you read what I write. And I mean that in a good way. Besides, ever since I've had my feed removed, I've noticed that only a certain number of you still read my writings. The preceding comments are directed to that small handful. If you were/are of #sdcolleges and still read my blog, let me know. I'm curious, and grateful.)
I'm a very personal blogger. I do a lot of introspection, a lot of ranting - sometimes, I treat my blog like the free therapy I've oftentimes suggested that it is. Nik, actually, very recently posted an entry about some arrogant idiot proclaiming that feelings and emotions are not fodder for blog thoughts - who was this self-righteous prick, and what gives him the right to declare what a person is to do with his or her blog? My God, you asshole - blogs are free for a reason. Any self-serving dunce with regular access to the internet can, and probably does, own a blog. Are you trying to control what everyone writes, because I heartily scoff such brazen STUPIDITY. I don't know who you are, because Nik was too much of a gentleman to name you, but if you aren't being that irrational, then what are you trying to accomplish? Are you trying to curtail your friends' self-expressions, then? Because, if anything, that's no less stupid and a lot more heartless than trying to prescribe blog standards for the entire fucking world. I don't give a flying fuck how other people utilize their blogs - pay that same respect to me and mine.
Grow up, not down, fool.
Ranting aside, it's stuff like this that I don't want just anyone reading. Once again, I realize that just about anyone CAN read this. Let me take you back to my first post - I lie, and I lie easily and frequently, and the closer you are to me, physically and emotionally, the more likely that I need to lie to you. Quite a few of my friendships have relied on me maintaining some sort of facade or another (and still do), and I don't want those masks cracked - not that this moment in time, anyway, and not by the mere acquaintances that I have in abundance on Facebook. They need to do a little more work to be privileged with the sarcastic, dry, and oftentimes angry blogs that I maintain.
I do give my personal blog's url on my Facebook. However, I presume that only the extremely bored or the extremely caring will venture into my blogging forays. The bored will be scared off by my excessive use of fuck, shit, damn, and every other oath I can think of during my moments of heightened creativity. The extremely caring might discover a cache of secrets that I tend to keep secret from everyone except those who I think are capable of understanding me (and from you, I keep my secrets hidden in my personal journal. Like the resolution I didn't list up there, for example). And from the bored and caring, I may actually glean a few friends who are interested in digging underneath the underneath (once again - my thanks, Kakashi) - and I welcome those friends with my arms wide open.
They'll have to imagine the arms part; I've yet to contrive a passable way of hugging via internet. {hug ____ }, /me hugs, and <(^_^)> just don't suffice.
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Didn't mean to rant nearly so much, but there you are, that ridiculous know-it-all be damned.