new year's resolutions are so overrated.
they only hold significance for a day.
i didn't blog on the first day of the year, oh! what a tragedy.
not really.
all these 'new starts' and 'forget about yesterday' things just aren't for me.
because i know that switching calenders, for me, really doesn't change anything.
its a new year.
so what?
on the first day of the new year;
we went to temple.
my dad moved the portable air cond from his room to mine. made my entire day.
watched Taken (Liam Neeson). was excellent!
had lamb soup.
played music to watch boys by.
eventful.
i suppose that even i have some hopes and dreams for 2009.
i mean, it is my eighteenth year, and my last yea of proper schooling.
get into cambridge.
do well for my IB. (which would be obviously needed if i wanted to get into cambridge)
and thats about it.
i don't have anything emotional or familial to achieve.
obviously, do i ever have any goals of that sort?
no.
i don't.
my eighteenth year is finally here, after all that whining and scringing.
after my thirteen year old self lusted for so long, so very long for this year.
whats so great about it, now i ask myself.
what is?
nothing.
i'll just be a year older.
nothing great about that.
just three more years to the end of my teenage life.
now that;
that is depressing.
