Mandatory 2007 Retrospective Blog Entry
Monday, December 31, 2007

You can’t really write an end-of-year blog post without sounding hokey, can you?
Well, it has been a year well-lived. That much I can say without risking perjury. A break-up, college graduation, more short stories, landing jobs, walking out of jobs, losing friends, gaining friends, a robbery, a handful of flings, a handful of false serious relationship alarms because I’m retarded that way, and the many, many varied degrees of beauty and idiocy bouncing around in between. (Can you tell that I added that last part because I’m too lazy to look back on all the crap that’s happened? ‘Cause I sure can, yeehaw.)
And yes, I am keyed up for 2008. This year—as can be discerned so effortlessly from the chestnuts listed above—was for testing waters. For transitions. For getting used to myself. For ending up with an end-of-year blog entry that is so archetypal I can’t stand it. This has made me glad, for it has opened me up to new shenanigans for the next twelve months and I am
mad for it, baby. And one thing I am happily bracing myself for is my very, very new stint as lead vox of Driver Down.
I’ll be pitifully, pitifully honest here. This is
monumental for me. It is one of the things I’ve been yearning for since forever. Besides getting a respectable short fiction collection published, learning to ride a bike, and bearing a son, singing for a rock band (Karl on guitar, Poldo on bass, and Mimie on drums) has always been a long-term goal of mine. Call me an impressionable little 90’s-bred snot all you want. Because I am. And since last night’s official declaration of my position as sludge-metal frontman, I am also one squishy ball of glee glee glee. Tee hee. Yihee.
Enough of this. I have twelve more months ahead for embarrassing myself. There are less than two hours to go before the rest of my random little life. I will do my darndest to be good to myself. This is not a resolution.
Somewhere out there, at this exact moment, some moron has fired a gun at the sky.
Mad for it. Sock it to me.
posted by marguerite @ 10:17 PM
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