Wow. 2012. Do you remember in grade school, when the year would change, you’d write the old year on every assignment for a few weeks? Almost just did that. It just didn’t feel real until it was in writing.
I am oh, so glad that 2011’s over. This year is going to be oh, so much better than the last because blah fracking blah. Here’s the truth, kids. 2011 didn’t cause your problems. Neither did 2010, 2009, 2008, and so on. Every year around this time, people begin discussing how they are oh, so ready to be done with the year before because it sucked. Then they list approximately five bad things that happened to them that year…just like they did the year before that. Like, what? You expect that nothing bad is going to happen to you this year? I am sincerely sorry that you lost your grandma/gained 50 pounds/lost your job/broke up with your deadbeat boyfriend/stopped talking to one of your friends. Truly, I am. But let’s be a little more realistic this year. Maybe taking responsibility for your own actions should be your main resolution this year.
Honestly, I am an optimistic person. I believe in new beginnings. I like to make resolutions (even if I’m not great at the follow-through). But I also believe in personal responsibility. Want this year to be better than last year? Good. I like your attitude. Go out and make it better. Or don’t. It is entirely up to you. But, when December 31st rolls around (well if it does…rumor has it the world is ending or something), I don’t want to hear you crying about 2012 and all of the “bad” things that it brought. Got it? Good. Good talk.
Good morning people of tumblr. How is everyone today? Great? Great.
I’m afraid I’m not faring quite as well. Aside from feeling like crap and having a pounding headache, it is my last day as a nanny for Miss Juliet. It’s absolutely heartbreaking. I mean, I’ve spent approximately 52 hours a week with her for the past 11 months, and now it’s just over. I don’t even want to think about it!
In other news, tonight is a reunion for the old overnight crew from the USS Salem. I have such mixed feelings about reunions. It almost feels superficial to be like, “Hey, you are not important enough to keep in touch with, but let’s see each other again to keep up appearances.” But, at the same time, social media has given people this false sense of closeness. Being able to follow someone’s life via computer renders human contact almost useless, so it’s only natural to not bother keeping up. And it can be pretty fun to get a group of people together whom you haven’t seen in quite awhile.
I do intend to write a fab New Year entry tomorrow…but only time will tell if I get to it or not. Guess you’ll have to check back!
Hello, long-lost friends. I guess Operation: Year of the Blog was a bit of a dud, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still love all of my readers (if I have any, that is). Anywho, there are a few important things to discuss today.
First of all, today is the birthday of two of the star players in my upcoming wedding. Ashley, who will be rocking the role of Maid of Honor…and Jason, who has begrudgingly agreed to play the part of the Groom. So, that is to be celebrated.
Also, today is Michael’s last day home before the USMC claims him once again. It has been nothing short of wonderful having him home, and I’m going to miss him quite a bit.
Today is also the “Three Weeks Left To Shop For Christmas” mark. Um, hello there, ensuing panic.
New England will be playing the statistical WORST team in the NFL. Anyone who says that the quarterback is not the most important position on a team, needs to examine the Colts a little more closely.
And, most importantly (okay, probably not important at all), Cagney’s is hosting their first (since I’ve been a customer) Karaoke night! Get ready, oh patrons of Cagney’s. You ain’t heard nothing yet!
Without further ado, I’ll be getting to my crazy day now. Later, y’all.
When I first heard 1993, I fell head over heels in love with it. It was during SK6er’s Field Day Weekend and Stephen kicked the guys offstage, as he often does, to perform a solo ballad. I was expecting Such A Way, Satisfied Man, Lonely in Columbus or any of the plethora of songs I had seen him perform in such a situation. But he began playing this song. And it was soft and slow and romantic and amazing. When the album dropped, however, 1993 had gotten a makeover. Like a collagen injection of dance-y, pop-y, bounce. And like a collagen injection, it just made it a little bit silly. The lyrics are wonderful, and I still enjoy the song, but if someone who didn’t know the band asked me for recommendation, this would not be it.
I am not ashamed to declare my support for President Obama. People like this are the reason why.
(Source: suspendedlikespirits)
Just the title of Long Days, Fast Years screams “You can relate to me!”. Seriously, it’s like a subliminal message or something. Every day feels like it’s dragging on but the years have a way of flying past you. Who can’t relate to that?
I have sort of mixed feelings about this song. The verses are good, if a little slow. The pre choruses are great; they give you this feeling that something fantastic is about to happen…but then they just give way to a decent, but fairly boring chorus. And then the pattern repeats again. So, the whole time I listen to it, I just have this nagging disappointment in the back of my mind. However, this song contains what is quickly becoming my favorite lyric from the album (in one of the aforementioned fab pre choruses): “Call it artistic, or agnostic, altruistic, now I lost it. This uncertainty just gets to me.”
Now, I don’t claim to be able to decipher Sixers lyrics any better than the next day, and sometimes I tailor them to fit my needs a bit, but, to me, this line (as well as the verse that precedes it) is about a crisis of faith. Knowing that you don’t believe the religion you were taught, but still feeling that there’s something else. SK could have written this song about peanut butter sandwiches, for all I know. But that’s what it means to me. And I can totally empathize.