2010 has been a year of...stuff and things. I've had a lot of adventures, starting with the great “I'll fly stand-by to get home from Oregon on New Year's” idea last January, which had me visiting all sorts of cities on the west coast before ending up in Reno where my mom bought me a ticket home. February's highlight was my epic face-plant while chasing after a bus, which is still funny to think about.
March was about my annual birthday festivities, which involved losing my phone for a week, unexpected snow days, spring break, and getting my wee laptop as a present, which has been my little buddy for over nines months now. April was about big drama at the day-job (phone-in threats), going to a grown-up parties and keggers, and getting comfortable with my deep love of plastic cheese.
May was all angsty as I was in the final stretch of school year and was very excited for what would turn out to be my summer “break.” Compounding the angsty-ness was the big move into my first apartment on my own. Good-bye Hobbit Hole, hello to The Vault! In June, I managed to save the day by an emergency American Cheese shopping trip for the all-school cook-out. June was also the month I continually went to a different small-town festivals and danced under tents to cheesy bands all while starting on my insane idea of taking three classes over the summer (in addition to weekly cello lessons).
July's highlight was Oswald the migrating avocado: an art installation on campus that weighed about 200 pounds and kept getting displayed in different areas, which had the unexpected result of startling me during my evening walks. This made him a very suspicious and ominous avocado of mysterious intent. I was also struggling with my incapacitating bath addiction and, while soaking in the tub, I would think about the many reasons why I should shower instead. I'm down to maybe two baths a week now, but am willing to take more when feeling sick, stressy, cranky, or on Thursdays.
August was overshadowed by finals and the horror that the school year would be officially starting again in a few short weeks, I was still taking summer cello lessons on top of my three other classes, and starting to cut crappy “friends” out of my life. The horror of the school year starting intensified throughout the month. I also chose to celebrate Bubbles' 10-year birthday with a little cupcake (which I ate) and a lit candle (which I blew out instead of dunking in his water) and by singing out-of-tune. I'll pretend the out-of-tune part was on purpose. I'm not the best singer.
September started off with a bang and my insane project of writing a short book over Labor Day weekend, which is still being revised and expanded. “'Patience is a virtue', says the bunny,” says my family. And then school started with a speed that made my eyes water and made me look like I had permanent bed-head. I started my cult classes, lost entire weekends, and developed a very definite opinion about music education over the course of the quarter. October was much the same with cult classes and lost weekends. However, I finally got my very own minion at the day-job and went to Halloween parties all over Colorado.
November had the flavor of panic about finals, my car having leprosy problems with losing bits and pieces when I touched them, round #2 of cutting crappy “friends” out of my life, and going to Disneyland for Thanksgiving! From November 26th to about December 20th, I was dealing with being seriously ill. Sleep was my #1 priority and sickness my #1 complaint. I lost many days of my life in fevers and sleeping, and was suspiciously zombie-like the rest of the time.
The rest of December has been FANTASTIC! I'm up and moving around, I've been playing a lot in Reno, and I've finally gotten better enough to practice cello regularly...much to my teacher's soon-to-be happiness and his to-be unhappiness that I'm not further along in my assignments. Also, I'm now officially halfway through my degree!
I sometimes like to have an overview of my year, since I live the day-to-day adventures and forget there are larger chunks of time I could look at. Overall, 2010 was all right. I've learned that:
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When needed, I can take care of myself. I needed help with the whole “getting my own apartment for the very first time thing” (thanks again, Mom!) and I would have enjoyed a housemate to make soup and buy kleenex when I was sick, but then I'd have to share my bathtub rights, so it all works out.
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While there is a mix of good and bad in everyone, sometimes the ratio is tilted too much for me to enjoy. Friends are people who care about each other, who are supportive and wonderful and don't judge your looks on an after-wine cry-fest. They don't gossip or back-stab and they DON'T enjoy causing you pain (but may make fun of you once you're feeling better). I am grateful for the friends I have. We are equally fine with doing self-invites for cookies/company with each other, boo-hooing over beer, or harassing each other to come to concerts or whatever event is going on. At least I think they are fine with all that. I'd better save karaoke night until I'm sure.
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The people in row 18 thought it would be a good idea to bring a plastic truck on the plane for their kid to enjoy. During our ascent, the truck first rolled back to row 19, then to row 23, and finally again to 20 before stopping. Not all ideas are good ideas on take-off.
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The world is more beautiful than I usually realize. Every now and I then I need to take a break and notice. And sometimes you notice a plastic truck slowly rolls by and bonks into the beverage cart.
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The old, happy me is surfacing after a few years on sabbatical. And I have a minion now. Beware: world domination looms.
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Kids on a leash are funny every time.
Dear 2011, I have a LOT of school to get through during the next 18 months. Please let the next 12 be fairly easy and full of good goodness! I know I've got at least two international trips planned, as well as attending one big party in Las Vegas. Bubbles will be 11 and Beethoven will still be dead, de-composing (har, har, har) unless the zombie apocalypse happens. If it does, then I'd like to ask for an IKEA to open up in Denver to distract Beethoven, because according to Christopher Moore, zombies like IKEA second only to eating brains. And on that random tangent, I consider 2010 to be done.
An Erinku:
A baby bottle from row 18
has been stopped
by my right foot
woo-hoo plane rides!
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