Numbers and such.

90 posts. 2006 years. 2 decades. 3 seconds. 72 hours.

First of, I would like to congratulate myself on 90 posts. It's absolutely pointless, but it is a nice way to keep in touch with friends.

2006 years. Well, here's to the new year, and the countless moments of frustration realizing we just dated something 2005 again and having to scribble it out. Many people mentioned new-year's resolutions in their blogs. I went to bed at 10 on new year's eve. I didn't do any of those fun things. I suppose I could come up with a resolution, but I'd never keep it. Nobody ever does. Mostly, people build up guilt, frustration, and rationalize their way out of it anyhow, and then when all those good intentions sour, everyone is grouchy and mean. So even the well meaning ideas of resolutions make things worse in the end. It takes six full weeks to form a real habit. Only one to break it. Think about that. If you really want to follow through with your resolution, you'll need to plan it out for six weeks on ways to keep it interesting and reward yourself.

2 decades. Well shit, we've passed my Lizzie's 20th birthday, and moved into the year that is 20 years after my day of birth. In 8 more months, it'll be my turn. I think life is very short. The movie The Notebook, for all it's wonderful romance, made me so depressed in the end I just try never to think about the damn thing. (Saw it in a tv show today being made out as the super-chick-flick). Alzheimers is dumb. We should make it go away. To do so, we should support republicans with christian fam'ly val-yus, and cut taxes so that the rich aren't under such a burden to public schools. And cut federal grants to poor first generation college students to pay for our inoperable defense missiles. That'll cure disease and hunger and suffering, right?
Whoops. Political rant. Oh well. It had to come out some time, right?

3 seconds
That's all it took to make my life crap. I went skiing with my dad, wrenched my knee pretty bad. It's swollen and guck and I can't walk or anything decent. I have to drop the Judo and Running classes that I was so looking forward to this next term. I guess I'll get them next time.

72 hours
And I'll be in bed in corvallis, there for another three months of hard work, emotional trauma, people that will crush me from time to time, and pain. It doesn't really sound like I'm ready to go back, does it? I'm probably just tired and frustrated about my knee... I suppose I'll go to bed. I should look forward to happy things, like my haircut on the 4th, or seeing some friends I've missed. But this year hasn't gotten off to a very good start. Hopefully it can only go up from here.