It’s hard to believe that yet another year has gone by. So much has happened in even my short lifespan of 17 years that it’s hard to believe life has anything else to throw at us humans. With nature forming hurricanes and tsunamis and people basically just destroying themselves with terrorist and anti-terrorist attacks, it’s going to be pretty interesting to see what another year has to offer us.
My New Year’s resolution this year is to break my resolution. This is pretty much impossible to do, because to keep your resolution you must break it, but if you break it you haven’t kept it. It’s pretty confusing if you think about it long enough, but I’m going to try my best and keep this resolution…er, break it.
Perhaps a better resolution (a serious one) would be to figure out where I’m going in life. I have no direction as to a career or university course right now, so I probably should figure that out. I’m seriously considering working for a year to just get a handle on where I am. I need more time to find out what I’m interested in, and if I can make a few bucks while doing that, so much the better. My parents invested in an RESP (Registered Education Savings Program? I think that’s it) when I was born and have put away a few dollars ever since. I’m really not sure how much is in there, but it’ll at least take the edge off tuition costs. It’s just disconcerting to spend a year of my life working, though. I feel like I’d be wasting that year away, even though it might be well spent. On the one hand, my parents have been pressuring me to figure out what I’m going to do, and on the other hand, I’ve been trying to do that and been drowning in all the options I have. It’s frustrating.
Psychology is the direction I would be heading. However, when my dad asks me why I want to try that out, I don’t have an answer for him. I like helping people, and I think I’d be good at it – it’s something I’d enjoy – but I just can’t voice that opinion to him for some reason. So then he tells me to “research more” – the problem, however, is not a lack of information. It’s an overabundance of information. How do I choose which university to go to? Which one offers the best program on psychology? It’s crazy, because there’s so many options out there and there’s no plausible way to choose one over all the others.
Anyways, I’ve ranted on long enough about that subject. I hate talking about it, really. I wish I could just skip over this whole university thing, maybe skip over having a job too, and just live in luxury without all that hard work. It’d be so much easier. Then again, my parents aren’t rich, so it’s not likely to happen. So I guess that option is out of the question. Man, events like the coming of a new year can really make you think.
Anyways, last night I found something to do rather than sit at home with my family and watch movies. Angelie invited me to this guy’s house, Jake Dreyer, where we had Sock ’em Bopper fights and watched Napoleon Dynamite. That movie is hilarious, let me tell you. But most of the time I wasn’t feeling too good. I had too much pop or something and for an hour or two I felt like I was going to puke. Sitting still and watching the movie helped a lot though, and by the time 2005 rolled around I was feeling better. Well, my stomach was feeling better. I still had the headache, fever, sore throat, horrible cough, and irresistable urge to sneeze. I still have all this stuff, and it doesn’t show any signs of letting up. Oh well, it’s just my body being good and fighting off whatever I have. It’s bearable, although inconvenient. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fever this long, though. It’s not major, but it’s there, and it makes me feel cold even when the room is at normal temperature. Of course, as soon as I go put on a sweater or something, I’m going to be boiling hot. I honestly think I know how females feel now. They seem to react to the slightest change in temperature and can never decide whether they’re cold or hot. They tell you they’re hot (to which I usually reply, “No, you’re really not”) and so you go open a window or something, and then like two minutes later, they’re like “Oh man, I’m freezing,” and you’re like, “I just frickin’ opened the frickin’ window! Ugh, females!” But yeah, now I seem to know how they feel. Women must just have a constant fever.
That was pretty much my night. I got home at about 1:45 AM and just went right to bed. I still felt like crap, and I was hoping that a good sleep would help me feel better in the morning. It really didn’t; I still feel about the same. But at least I’m getting there – I think. Anyways, welcome to 2005 everyone! Have a great year!