Month: December 2002

The Mayfly Project 2002: Summing up my year in twenty words or less.

That’s not an easy task. Displacement, family, isolation. Self-love, friends and others. New job, income, no traveling. Start fresh again.

Now for my New Years Resolutions, which I haven’t thought out until now. I resolve to continue to be true to myself and to my friends. I resolve to try to be more tolerant of others. I resolve to be forgiving of others, but also of myself. I resolve to love more. I resolve to stop old habits. I resolve to keep in touch with my friends better. I resolve to be the master of my own destiny.

There. That wasn’t so difficult. Check back with me in 365 days.

Favorite Childhood Memory #368:

Waking up on a school day to the sound of snow plow trucks.

I’m in Toms River and it’s snowing. I’m kind of surprised because I figured out here by the shore it wouldn’t be cold enough to snow.

I finished exchanging presents with Denise this morning. I think she was happy with everything she received in the last two days. I am, as well. Today and yesterday I received a CD/MP3 player, the Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Once More With Feeling script and songbook, a new pocketwatch, tickets to a They Might Be Giants concert this weekend to which everyone’s apparently already going, cologne, several DVDs including the Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Rings “gift set” (including the bookends), some books, and some CDs. I’m sure I’m forgetting a few things at the moment, but more of Denise’s relatives just arrived so I should go be social.

Bryan is back in town (for less than three days, as usual) so we celebrated in a way that is fast becoming a tradition — chili and hot chocolate at his parents’ house. The meal was great, of course, and the dessert consisted of a strange family concoction including chopped Butterfingers, butter, whipped cream, and I’m not even sure what elase. Surprisingly, it was good.

The food fest was followed by a foray back to our fine apartment where M-D, Darren, and to a smaller extent me, introduced Bry to the wonders of Mechassault (or as our lawyer roommate, Ward calls it, Mechattemptedbattery, since it more accurately describes the game), Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, and some car racing game.

Today I get to work for half of a day (three hours and forty-five minutes to be exact). I wish I just stayed home…

Also, since the anticipation and temptation was too much for us, we decided to open a few presents that had been sitting underneath the tree. Ah, presents. I got a few DVDs and Denise opened her foot spa thing. We both tried it out. Relaxing.

Becca‘s home, too, and I hear she has some shopping and some Lord of the Rings watching to do.

“Kids, this-piece-of-paper’s-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-know- details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-
say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-officer’s-name-
and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say,” and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:

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