Yes, I’m starting off the new year with an old photo. In part, it’s because I left my camera at home and won’t have time to pick it up until later in the week. But I’m also choosing this particular self-portrait because it’s part of a resolution I never completed — like most resolutions, it was forgotten by February. Well, not forgotten–I felt terrible for not following through with it–but brushed aside. When I captioned this, I made note of the fact that it was a hectic week due to the beginning of the Spring 2010 semester and other beginning-of-the-year chores I needed to take care of, but hoped that the rest of the semester would run smoothly.

It didn’t.

After I took that photo, I threw myself full force into the six classes I was taking at the time while still trying to complete my duties as Outreach Coordinator of my dorm and officer of two student organizations. Then Onion died. Then a certain professor decided to make my life a living hell. Then a certain (wonderful) dean had to appeal for me to withdraw from said professor’s course in late April — a good two months after the add/drop period. Then I moved out of the dorm I called home for two years (devastated). Then I moved into the college house I’m currently living in, which was broken into after only a month, leaving me without my laptop, the class notes I had stored on it (and I was taking summer classes…), and thousands of pictures I never backed up. Already five months behind on my 52 weeks project, I accepted the fact that I probably wasn’t going to see through any of my resolutions for 2010.

And I’ve decided that’s okay. This year, I’m setting goals for myself, as always, but I’m not going to beat myself up for failing to complete them — or worse, try to do a half-assed job of completing them for the sake of completing them. There are a few things I actually need to do, of course–write my thesis, finish undergrad, find housing for next year–but aside from that, I’m going to write and take photos and update when I can and when I feel like it. I’m still working on starting various projects for 2011, mostly because I like planning and making lists, but for right now, it doesn’t matter where I go with them. I brought in the new year with someone I love, had an amazing night, and basically couldn’t be happier.

So, happy 2011! I hope you’re all starting off the new year feeling well and excited for whatever is coming your way…

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Also, karma is a fucking joke. I mean, really. There are plenty of horrible people in the world. Why not break into their homes? Why not steal from other robbers? And racists? And sociopaths and sex offenders and people who throw bottles in the recycling bin without removing the fucking caps? BECAUSE PRETTY MUCH ANY OF THESE PEOPLE WOULD DESERVE THIS MORE THAN THE RESIDENTS OF FORT FUZZLEWORTH. Think I’m being unreasonable? Let’s consider all the things I’ve done in since moving into this house that contribute positively to the world:

1. I fed NinjaCat when she was trapped in our shed. Was it my food? Probably not. I think I stole it from one of my roommates. But really, I saved a life, so how relevant is that?

2. I also fed Taco C.C. Bear (my roommate’s hamster) and refilled her water when Morgan was gone for the night. I only really feed her because I think it’s funny when she spits out her food, but still, I basically saved her life. That’s life #2 since June, if you’re keeping track.

3. I wrote to Breyers about the fact that their ice cream melts in order to get a free container of it. This may not seem like a particularly honorable thing to do, but allow me to explain: their packaging was faulty, and caused the ice cream to melt all over my insulated Stop & Shop bag. By alerting them, I may have saved others from having this same dreadful experience. Also, Unilever is fucking evil, so anything they’re going to give me for free is well deserved.

I could go on, but I’m too busy fantasizing about all of the Home Alone style traps I’m going to set in this house until our guard dog arrives. The next person who tries to get into this house is going to find a fucking guillotine attached to our windows.

Joking aside, I’m glad that my housemates are all safe and that only two of us were in the house when this happened. It’s really scary to wake up to the unlocked doors and missing belongings and to just basically feel violated, but at least this will convince our landlady to let us set up some tighter security around this house. And I’m serious about the guard dog. She’d better change the fucking pet policy because my roommate’s hamster is just not cutting it. Taco witnessed everything and DID NOTHING. Never invest in a guard hamster. All they do is throw up their food and let robbers steal your shit.

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This is the kitten living in our shed. Morgan and I tried to lure her out the other night, but couldn’t figure out how she got in to begin with, because the shed is locked, and even we don’t have access to it. There’s a small window open on the side of the shed, but it seemed way too high for a small kitten to be jumping in and out of… and then I remembered the previous tenants left their garbage piled up against the shed until our landlady got rid of it earlier this week. This also must have hindered the kitty’s escape route, so I finally built her a new one today. She managed to get out, but as soon as I walked outside, she became frightened and proceeded to climb back in. And when I say climb, I mean climb. This kitten has monkey arms or something. She practically flew onto the windowsill, then slid down the glass, grabbed hold of a box, and jumped just high enough to grab the top of the window with her little kitty paws before making her way back into the shed. She’s a freakin’ ninja.

That space she’s trying to get into is boarded up. She managed to grab onto that box on the left and climb all the way up to the top of this window…

And just wait until I tell you about the sex noises. Oh, man. I’m pretty sure our shed has become a kitty brothel or something because the amount of sex going on is just not normal, and I definitely heard more than two cats sexing it up last night. There was also a voyeur sitting on top of Kayla’s car (aspiring kitty pornographer?) throughout the whole thing. He seemed to be enjoying himself the most, because the cat orgy itself didn’t sound too pleasant. Apparently it’s very painful for the female cats because the males have barbed penises. Which makes me really happy that I’m not a cat. And also, that I don’t care for penises.

Anyway, the mother and boyfriend(s) are nowhere to be found, but fraidy cat has safely parked herself back on top of the banana boxes in the shed. I’m still waiting to see if she ventures out again…

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