old lang syne
if you have a devastatingly exciting new years eve story . . . please, don't share.
i've never a good one. never ever ever. they're always fine. and usually somewhat fun. and maybe they're as good as they're gonna get. perhaps its the cinematic masterpieces like when harry met sally or while you were sleeping that have me thinking that something truly exciting or life changing or even just incredibly romantic should happen to me at least once on new years eve. most of mine have merely involved a few movies, my parents and their friends, and sleep by 12:30. (this year i was asleep by 11.) once i even had the thrill of being broken up with at 12:15. not a good start to the year.
and logically, i can reason with myself that frankly, its just another night. an arbitrary start to the calendar year. i have remarkable evenings all the time; perhaps i should claim those as my "new year celebrations"? but i won't. i'm holding out for something great. something that will be worth telling my grandkids about. i don't know what it is yet, but its gonna be incredible.
and its that time of year. the time when humanity as a whole gets out a pen and paper and makes list after list after list of their own "new years resolutions." most are forgotten by the 2nd, those who keep their goals until the end of january are commended.
but this year is different. at least for me. this year, some goals must be reached if i want to eat actual food/not live in a cardboard box on the street/avoid being killed by my parents for wasting $50,000 in tuition.
so for your enjoyment, here they are. the practical, the whimsical, the genuine. they are all true. maybe this year. just mabye.
monica's resolutions (in no particular order)
get a job
find an apartment
learn to whistle
speak fluent italian
yell "good morning!" to all passengers on a crammed subway car
make homemade cookies
memorize the psalms
realize my self-worth
distribute grace abundantly
find a church
grow my hair longer
cut my hair shorter
blow more bubbles
learn to change a tire . . .
then sell my fabo echo
visit britt in chicago
ride a gondola in italy
learn to eat with chopsticks
research why my papa won a purple heart ( literally no one knows)
find a way to trick my uncle into admitting he's head of the CIA in China
watch annie hall
and dances with wolves
and st. elmo's fire . . . (basically see any&all movie classics i've never seen)
learn to ice skate
have my first real snowball fight
graduate a real grover . . . in every sense of the word
learn to do the thing that we always joke in the room i can't do
make the world a better place
leave an incredibly generous tip for no reason at all
i'll keep adding more as i think of them. feel free to share yours as well. happy new year!
you got to have a dream
if you don't have a dream
how you gonna make a dream come true?
- south pacific -
i've never a good one. never ever ever. they're always fine. and usually somewhat fun. and maybe they're as good as they're gonna get. perhaps its the cinematic masterpieces like when harry met sally or while you were sleeping that have me thinking that something truly exciting or life changing or even just incredibly romantic should happen to me at least once on new years eve. most of mine have merely involved a few movies, my parents and their friends, and sleep by 12:30. (this year i was asleep by 11.) once i even had the thrill of being broken up with at 12:15. not a good start to the year.
and logically, i can reason with myself that frankly, its just another night. an arbitrary start to the calendar year. i have remarkable evenings all the time; perhaps i should claim those as my "new year celebrations"? but i won't. i'm holding out for something great. something that will be worth telling my grandkids about. i don't know what it is yet, but its gonna be incredible.
and its that time of year. the time when humanity as a whole gets out a pen and paper and makes list after list after list of their own "new years resolutions." most are forgotten by the 2nd, those who keep their goals until the end of january are commended.
but this year is different. at least for me. this year, some goals must be reached if i want to eat actual food/not live in a cardboard box on the street/avoid being killed by my parents for wasting $50,000 in tuition.
so for your enjoyment, here they are. the practical, the whimsical, the genuine. they are all true. maybe this year. just mabye.
monica's resolutions (in no particular order)
get a job
find an apartment
learn to whistle
speak fluent italian
yell "good morning!" to all passengers on a crammed subway car
make homemade cookies
memorize the psalms
realize my self-worth
distribute grace abundantly
find a church
grow my hair longer
cut my hair shorter
blow more bubbles
learn to change a tire . . .
then sell my fabo echo
visit britt in chicago
ride a gondola in italy
learn to eat with chopsticks
research why my papa won a purple heart ( literally no one knows)
find a way to trick my uncle into admitting he's head of the CIA in China
watch annie hall
and dances with wolves
and st. elmo's fire . . . (basically see any&all movie classics i've never seen)
learn to ice skate
have my first real snowball fight
graduate a real grover . . . in every sense of the word
learn to do the thing that we always joke in the room i can't do
make the world a better place
leave an incredibly generous tip for no reason at all
i'll keep adding more as i think of them. feel free to share yours as well. happy new year!
you got to have a dream
if you don't have a dream
how you gonna make a dream come true?
- south pacific -
posted by monica at 4:48 AM
7 Comments:
"Annie Hall" is the greatest movie ever. You're in for a treat.
Don't waste your time on St. Elmo's Fire. I just saw it the other day and it is perhaps the corniest 80's movie I've ever seen. But don't let me get you down. :-P
monica, your blog completes me. i'm sure i'll be writing my publishable resolutions soon enough.
i don't have any real comments - i just wanted you to know that i made a fake blog JUST so i can comment when i want to comment for real...
hey, i'm available for Grover making.
don't tell joel.
You should add "Write awesome post about Garrett" to that list, because, come on!
i wish i could speak fluent italian!
and i know what you mean about new years... i've watched when harry met sally twice since thanksgiving and it completely ruins new years when you realize nothing like that will happen to you because life, unfortunately, is not like a movie. sigh.
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