• I got a Facebook page as a social experiment and hated it. I enjoyed the personality that came with MySpace, and I also hated that Facebook told everyone when I was making new friends, playing games at work and taking a piss.
I've slowly come around to Facebook, now that I've figured out how to "hide" people's stupid status updates and keep it from ratting me out when I'm doing things I'm not supposed to. Which is a lot.
• Someone shoved a giant needle through my nostril, and I paid them to do it.
• I learned that I refuse to be crucified for who I am. Take me or leave me. The saying "I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not" is true. If trying to play nice for the greater good just gets your ass burned in the end, why bother.
• I turned 27. This can easily be rounded up to 30. 30 is old.• I had part of my cervix removed. Yeah, true story. This was a much bigger deal on the inside than I ever let on. Anytime the cancer word is used in your direction it's a pretty scary thing. This did encourage me to do Relay for Life, which I will not be doing next year. I'm glad I did it once, but next year I'm writing a check. Staying up all night makes ernl homicidal.• Manuel started doing Karaoke regularly at the B&B. I even sang once.• I used to think that what "they" said about guys and girls not being able to be "just friends" was bullshit. I had plenty of duder friends and it was fabulous. They're far less dramatic than women and they like to eat alot. Just like me.
Unfortunately the universe decided to prove me wrong and school me hardcore. The new saying is "Guys and Girls CAN be friends, until the Guy gets a Girl that fucks everything up."
• I developed a fear of water. Nearly drowning in a river will do that to a girl. Water has always done bad things for me, like ruin nearly every electronic device I've ever owned, but not try and kill me until this year.
• We got a basketball hoop. I've wanted one for a long time so that I could become the short white Kobe of the neighborhood. Only, you know, without the hookers and stuff.
• I started collecting knitted squares for charity. To date I'm pretty sure I've got about bazillion in my garage. Ok, really like 800, but it might was well be a bazillion. I should have thought harder about how I'm going to raise the money to send them to Africa.
Overall, I'd say that this year taught me a lot. Mostly things I wish I'd never had to learn. I'm going to try and leave some of last years heartache in last year, and move forward. I would never call that a resolution though, resolutions are for suckers!
2 comments:
Wow, I just learned more about you and your year than ... okay, I don't really have anything to compare it to. I didn't know you had cervical cancer--or at least a scare--or that you almost drowned. I just this is what happens when you haven't seen someone for, what is it, three years now? Two and half at least.
By the way, I also hated Facebook at first for the exact same reasons. Funny how things change.
I'm the same way. I read your blog yada-yada, but your little posty-post just told me more than I knew! I didn't know you had the "C" word used at you too. So, you totally know what I was going through! See you at the reunion...I mean bar. ;)
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