From In The Bubble

In 2008…

I gained a lot of new, awesome friends.

I lost a lot of days to the nights before.

I stopped caring what people think about me.

I started having a lot more fun, even though a lot of it was pointless fun.

I was hugely satisfied bymy trip to Lacombe with C and Z. Successful shenanigans. Good times.

And frustrated by inconsiderate behaviour and lack of remorse displayed by people who were supposed to be friends.

I am so embarrassed that I got stuck climbing over a fence at the golf course. More accurately I got stuck on top of the fence, wrecking a pair of jeans I had just purchased that day.

Once again, I let myself get too emotional in situations that I couldn’t control.

Once again, I did not listen to the warnings of friends. And yes, sometimes they were right.

The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is my hair, and my penchant for wearing hats and scarves.

The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is that while I may not be happier, I’m a lot more motivated to change my life, and really begin living.

I loved spending time with friends. We weren’t doing anything special, but they were the times I remember, the times that created inside jokes, the times that hurt the next day.

Why did I spend even two seconds obsessing over the anonymous hater. Don’t get me wrong, if I ever find out who that was they will be very sorry, but I cared way too much at the time.

I should have spent more time writing and submitting my work.

I regret buying my blackberry, because Rogers is a huge pain in the ass.

I will never regret buying all of my hats, shoes, scarves and purses even though with that money I could have bought other things worth the same amount of money.

I probably drank way too much

I didn’t sleep enough.

All of the friendship drama drove me crazy.

The most relaxing place I went was my dad’s house on new years eve. I was sick, and grateful that I didn’t have to deal with drama or drunk people. I just got to chill.

Why did I go to see The Happening. That movie was awful.

The best thing I did for someone else was forgive, even though I may never forget.

The best thing someone else did for me was forget my drunken rantings, even the most ridiculous and potentially friendship changing ones.

The one thing I’d like to do again, but do better is a road trip. One that is planned, with actual maps and not just a completely inaccurate google map printed off at midnight that results in driving around Ponoka totally lost for half an hour.

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