Obligatory New Year Update

I won't do an in-depth review of 2002; suffice to say it generally wasn't pretty. On the plus side I passed my third "Must-Have" class, but on the minus I failed the fourth.

2003, on the other hand, started out pretty damned well, and I think will continue in that vein. I went to the Social Fallout Shelter for the Elligory's party ('cause typing "Gregory and Elli" or "Elli and Gregory" is just too damned much work. Wait . . . oh, frell.)

The party was fun; certain people who have in the past annoyed the hezmana out of me didn't bother me at all this time; and people who have never really talked to me (Lan, in particular) did this time.

I felt a little self-concious a few times, because occasionally I thought I was talking a little too loudly (the music (which on the whole isn't my thing) kept making me raise my voice, which tells me I might be losing more hearing than I had thought, since no one else seemed to have that trouble), and a couple of times I ran roughshod over someone else when they tried to get a word in (though I think I managed to stop and elicit their thoughts anyway; I apologise if I did it to you and didn't make it right). On the whole, however, I had a really good time and hope I didn't bother anyone too much. ;)

I like Lan; he's a good guy who is often quiet around us even when we're NOT dominating the conversation. So to have him get into a discussion with tobin, mslulu, ox_number_10 and I was pretty cool.

I got pleasantly tipped but not drunk, which is a nice balance I prefer most of the time, and was completely sober for my drive home, where I promptly passed out.

New Year's Day was, to be frank, a mess. Woke up at 11am, went to Grandpa's house to move his stuff, which took all of ten minutes (and Mike came to help! Yay!). Then he sprang the surprise request on me, so I went next door to his neighbour's house to set up his old PC for her and get it running. That took about an hour, because the thing is buggy as all hell and slow as mollasses in January. (I love that one)

Then Mike wanted to hit the Asian Market, so we did, and then lunch, which left us at 4pm where I finally got to go home and enjoy my day off. And let me tell you, the Buffy The Vampire Slayer game is really hard in some levels. (Let's see, ok, beat the snot out of Vampire snake lady, then knock her into the sunlight after opening the steel shutters that will only stay open for fifteen seconds. Ok, got it. Now I have to hunt down the Master-possessed Angel before he releases the Dreamers and dooms the planet? Ah, hell.) And it said bitch at me, which had me laughing so hard the vamp that said it killed me while I wasn't looking. Give me your throat, bitch!, indeed.

Things to look forward to in 2003:

Passing Statistics.
Attending mslulu's Academy Graduation
Getting accepted to CSUS for Spring 2004
The marriage of two of my best friends
Mike's 34th birthday
My 32nd birthday. Ah, frell. ;)
Blair's entrance to true Teenager status. (Goodbye, sanity)

Today's LOTR Picture (a calendar on my desk): Aragorn sitting in a green field.

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It's interesting (to me, anyway): I watch rather a lot of TV (at least two hours a night, sometimes more) and yet I still read a novel a week, at least. So what's with all these folks who swear it's either one or the other?

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You know what's really cool?

I helped plant the vineyard that made this wine

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( Hey, look! Another piece of random drivel! Blame Mr_Sarcasm for the inspiration, but blame me for the actual evil. )

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I don't agree with everything she says, but she's damned entertaining.

Mighty Girl's Guide to Weddings

Hmmm. Perhaps the Six should pay attention to this one. Especially me, yes, shut up.

From Part 2 of Maggie's series on manners:

8. Don’t use jokes to camouflage rancor.

‘I was joking!’ is never a good defense, as intent is immaterial when it comes to wounded feelings. When he wants a big-screen TV and she reminds him of the night he said size didn’t matter, only he may decide whether the comment is amusing or hurtful.

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Once you’ve accepted an invitation, the only reasonable excuses for reneging are communicable illness or an unexpected event that takes obvious precedence.

I've been burned by that a lot.

. . . one does not inform a lunch partner of ‘exactly how much fat is in that’ or the process by which the meat came to be on his or her plate.

So lay off me about my damned Scotch Eggs, you smegheads! ;)