2003 Review
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elsajeniI was inspired by Aaron. I'm summing up the year of 2003.
January:
I'm making 6 New Year's Resolutions. Oh look, I've broken one. I miss Summer. Never mind, I'm happy. Look, I actually did work in comp sci! Would you like to name my character? Hey, I got my new harp music! I'm excited about Rally! Oh God, I'm so pissed off and sort of sad about this whole valedictorian-racism thing. But I'm easily distracted by sushi! Oh shit, I have a calculus test in five minutes! I feel loved. I also feel very strongly about punctuation. 15-year-olds flirt with me. I hate comp sci. The principal amuses me. I'm going to build a time machine and kill Rimsky-Korsakov.
February:
The Internet says I'm a Quaker. Filoviruses are cool. My novel is alive and wants to kill me! I have way too much homework. I've memorized part of the Debussy! I had a nightmare about my physics teacher. Happy Valentine's Day (with bitter unspoken subtext). It's fun to be the propmaster!
March:
I'm weird and like to make up words. I like to write in Spanish even though my vocabulary is pathetic. I hate my world history paper on colonialism. "Oh, great, more livestock." I wrote a poem. The neighbor's kid is missing! He's found, and I'm a slut! I don't want to write about butterflies. I also don't like Hamlet. I miss Luan. Oh, shit, I've had a meltdown. I'm still in mid-meltdown. Oh, and now we're bombing Iraq, which isn't really helping the meltdown. Whoa, random reprieve from meltdown! I'm in love! An actual writer wants to help me out! I have Marshmallow Peeps! I'm bored. And now I've hit a low point due to a boy.
April:
I freaked out at the Galleria. Real life is more surreal than my weird dreams. I'm hyper! Homophobia sucks. My computer is possessed! Whoa, hijinx in boys' hotel rooms. Boat anxiety! And I'm a big nerd! Should I kill this freshman percussionist? My sweet, perfect cousin makes me sad. Oh shit, OCD crisis. I have a date! And I'm going to hell!
May:
I understand Brave New World now! I have dreams about giant and enigmatic squid. I am such a harp geek. I hate fighting with Nojh. I love ballet and being sarcastic. I like the way rain smells. Wow, the school year's over and I'm not going to miss it.
June:
A dear friend is getting married and I don't know how I feel. Whoops, still can't get on a plane. Camping makes me feel really healthy. Threat of stomach explosion due to family reunion. The Internet thinks I'm athletic. Hulk is not a good movie. Reading Harry Potter. Still reading Harry Potter.
July:
Dana and I are kind of slutty. I love it when girls unintentionally advertise themselves as prostitutes. I'm a guy in all my really good dreams. Hey Dana, pay attention to me! Aaron's accidentally funny. Whoops, seem to have broken up with Ram. Hey, look, a cute boy!
August:
A magazine thinks I should do jumping jacks. I've been bitten by pervert mosquitoes! School has started and it looks all right. By the way, I swam through a hole in a rock and felt very macho about it. I made a hell! My Chinese handwriting is pretty. Wow, New York was fun. I'm making resolutions again because my pants don't fit! Eat watermelon! I dreamed I was a pirate!
September:
I'm more pirate than you are! I'm stressed out and pathetic. Why do I make so many elaborate hand gestures when I talk? Jazz band suddenly sucks. So do college essays. Does my life have a hidden scriptwriter? Oh God, I might have tendinitis. Whoops, fell in love with Czech ballet dancer. I have too much sugar. Figs aren't very sexy. My love life is sort of fucked up.
October:
I can feel a panic attack coming soon. Acronyms are good. Look, scary Republicans! I miss marching band. Come to my harp concert! I have too many deadlines and am feeling very trapped. Ah, did some work and feel much better. The Internet says Megan and I should be best friends. Hand-washing bras is tedious. Jonnie stole my candy!
November:
Oh shit, it's NaNoWriMo. I'm behind quota and I love it! I'd do anything for a higher word count! Writing death scenes makes me feel ill. My family is more Texan than I thought. I need people's addresses for Christmas gifts! Wow, I'm kind of a pervert. I'm caught up on word count! Please help find Persa.
December:
Oh God, finals! I have a dilemma. It's Megan's birthday! Holy shit, Return of the King; I am reduced to incoherence. Why didn't the eagles help out earlier? Stream of consciousness! Oh boy, Christmas stress. I got a juicer! It's hard to communicate "The Taming of the Shrew" in charades. I'm a music geek! It's a festival of movie reviews! I like tall tales. Hey, look, Nicole Kidman's nipple! Wow, I'm really a pervert. And, yup, still a pervert.
And that's my year, as expressed by my livejournal entries. One sentence per entry. Wow.
January:
I'm making 6 New Year's Resolutions. Oh look, I've broken one. I miss Summer. Never mind, I'm happy. Look, I actually did work in comp sci! Would you like to name my character? Hey, I got my new harp music! I'm excited about Rally! Oh God, I'm so pissed off and sort of sad about this whole valedictorian-racism thing. But I'm easily distracted by sushi! Oh shit, I have a calculus test in five minutes! I feel loved. I also feel very strongly about punctuation. 15-year-olds flirt with me. I hate comp sci. The principal amuses me. I'm going to build a time machine and kill Rimsky-Korsakov.
February:
The Internet says I'm a Quaker. Filoviruses are cool. My novel is alive and wants to kill me! I have way too much homework. I've memorized part of the Debussy! I had a nightmare about my physics teacher. Happy Valentine's Day (with bitter unspoken subtext). It's fun to be the propmaster!
March:
I'm weird and like to make up words. I like to write in Spanish even though my vocabulary is pathetic. I hate my world history paper on colonialism. "Oh, great, more livestock." I wrote a poem. The neighbor's kid is missing! He's found, and I'm a slut! I don't want to write about butterflies. I also don't like Hamlet. I miss Luan. Oh, shit, I've had a meltdown. I'm still in mid-meltdown. Oh, and now we're bombing Iraq, which isn't really helping the meltdown. Whoa, random reprieve from meltdown! I'm in love! An actual writer wants to help me out! I have Marshmallow Peeps! I'm bored. And now I've hit a low point due to a boy.
April:
I freaked out at the Galleria. Real life is more surreal than my weird dreams. I'm hyper! Homophobia sucks. My computer is possessed! Whoa, hijinx in boys' hotel rooms. Boat anxiety! And I'm a big nerd! Should I kill this freshman percussionist? My sweet, perfect cousin makes me sad. Oh shit, OCD crisis. I have a date! And I'm going to hell!
May:
I understand Brave New World now! I have dreams about giant and enigmatic squid. I am such a harp geek. I hate fighting with Nojh. I love ballet and being sarcastic. I like the way rain smells. Wow, the school year's over and I'm not going to miss it.
June:
A dear friend is getting married and I don't know how I feel. Whoops, still can't get on a plane. Camping makes me feel really healthy. Threat of stomach explosion due to family reunion. The Internet thinks I'm athletic. Hulk is not a good movie. Reading Harry Potter. Still reading Harry Potter.
July:
Dana and I are kind of slutty. I love it when girls unintentionally advertise themselves as prostitutes. I'm a guy in all my really good dreams. Hey Dana, pay attention to me! Aaron's accidentally funny. Whoops, seem to have broken up with Ram. Hey, look, a cute boy!
August:
A magazine thinks I should do jumping jacks. I've been bitten by pervert mosquitoes! School has started and it looks all right. By the way, I swam through a hole in a rock and felt very macho about it. I made a hell! My Chinese handwriting is pretty. Wow, New York was fun. I'm making resolutions again because my pants don't fit! Eat watermelon! I dreamed I was a pirate!
September:
I'm more pirate than you are! I'm stressed out and pathetic. Why do I make so many elaborate hand gestures when I talk? Jazz band suddenly sucks. So do college essays. Does my life have a hidden scriptwriter? Oh God, I might have tendinitis. Whoops, fell in love with Czech ballet dancer. I have too much sugar. Figs aren't very sexy. My love life is sort of fucked up.
October:
I can feel a panic attack coming soon. Acronyms are good. Look, scary Republicans! I miss marching band. Come to my harp concert! I have too many deadlines and am feeling very trapped. Ah, did some work and feel much better. The Internet says Megan and I should be best friends. Hand-washing bras is tedious. Jonnie stole my candy!
November:
Oh shit, it's NaNoWriMo. I'm behind quota and I love it! I'd do anything for a higher word count! Writing death scenes makes me feel ill. My family is more Texan than I thought. I need people's addresses for Christmas gifts! Wow, I'm kind of a pervert. I'm caught up on word count! Please help find Persa.
December:
Oh God, finals! I have a dilemma. It's Megan's birthday! Holy shit, Return of the King; I am reduced to incoherence. Why didn't the eagles help out earlier? Stream of consciousness! Oh boy, Christmas stress. I got a juicer! It's hard to communicate "The Taming of the Shrew" in charades. I'm a music geek! It's a festival of movie reviews! I like tall tales. Hey, look, Nicole Kidman's nipple! Wow, I'm really a pervert. And, yup, still a pervert.
And that's my year, as expressed by my livejournal entries. One sentence per entry. Wow.
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Date: 2004-01-07 06:53 pm (UTC)this is a riot. enjoy :D
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