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Jan. 3rd, 2005 03:50 pmOkay, so New Year is meaningless, just a digit flip on the completely arbitrary calendar, and in any case I have several personal New Years of my own (like the start of the school year) that usually feel more like a new beginning, but this time something really has changed. On the 30th of December I was whining at Matt about feeling old and like all the fun was over forever, and now I'm actually breathless with happiness. In your face, 2004.
( on the rooftops of London - coo, what a sight )
It feels sort of crass to be so optimistic, with the black blots of climbing death tolls on all the newspapers. But what I can't help thinking is: thousands of people are dead. I'm not immortal. Neither are you. So do stuff.
My only resolution so far, except for the sight-reading thing, is to be less timid and more impulsive. If I want to start a fish-fight in the Turbine Hall, I will. Hey, I've already kept that one! Cool.
( on the rooftops of London - coo, what a sight )
It feels sort of crass to be so optimistic, with the black blots of climbing death tolls on all the newspapers. But what I can't help thinking is: thousands of people are dead. I'm not immortal. Neither are you. So do stuff.
My only resolution so far, except for the sight-reading thing, is to be less timid and more impulsive. If I want to start a fish-fight in the Turbine Hall, I will. Hey, I've already kept that one! Cool.
