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Against my better judgement, I shall post my new year's resolutions. But I'm going to start them tomorrow. A few practice days is a good thing.

• Run 10 k by next winter. Not necessarily a fast 10 k.
• Sundays are for fun. Good wholesome fun. Not homework.
• 5 minute showers

I think these are attainable goals. I think I had resolutions last year, but I can't remember what they were. I'm going to go check.

I checked, and all I said is that it takes three weeks to break a habit. Maybe I was preparing myself for this year's resolutions.

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Last night I cried for the first time this semester, a record for me I think. I normally cry at just about anything. Soppy movies are the death of me.

Does anyone know whether you're supposed to put broken mirrors straight into the garbage? I am terrified my broken mirror might kill someone, but I can't really do anything about it now.

Today I rediscovered the cello. Dunno WHY ON EARTH I STOPPED PRACTICING.

There are things about home that really bug me now. But mostly it's good to be back.

I am incredibly self-centred and selfish, which is directly related to all my problems in the past year and a half.

Trying to switch from nocturnal to a normal day-life. Very difficult.

Holland Christian Homes is under almost complete quarantine, which means I might not get to volunteer there this Christmas, something I was thoroughly looking forward to.

I think am ready to be a true adventurer. Last night I listened to my Grandparent's stories from Thailand. They are 85 and considering whether or not they should go to northern Indonesia in 2009. I hope I can find a fellow adventurer I can spend the rest of my life with. But not yet. I am going to try to prolong my childhood for as long as possible.

I wish I could say I no longer care what people think, but that would be a lie. It is good to have something that people read, but I am going to start regularly writing in a notebook. I used to write poetry and stories and thoughts about life. That no one has ever read. So I'll do that again.

I love the BBC.
I love Wallace and Gromit.
I love my cat.
I love being creative.
I hate large portions of the Christmas festivities (appologies to all you Christmas lovers out there). It makes me feel constantly guilty and more cynical than usual. My favourite holidays are Halloween and Palm Sunday.
I love snow. I love tobogganing. I love skiing. I love skating. I love snowmen. I love snowforts. I love that snowy quiet just after a snowstorm, when no one is out and everything is muffled.

I forget to think about what I love.

As the smell of Christmas wafts around the corner, let me tell you what your turkey, roast beef and ham have been fed:
fish, offal, animal remains, reprocessed engine oil, sewage sludge, "reprocessed" chicken feces & feathers
Animals are also choc full of a bunch of antibiotics to control disease and stress(drugs calm them down)

Is this true? This is what my environmental science teacher told us. Someday I might become a vegetarian..

www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com

sigh

I wish I was either normal, or more weird.