2005: the year where ita was the nice one.
oh. then it should be
2005: the Year of Fantasy
Wesley: Illyria can be...difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt. Angel: We'll make Spike do it. Wesley: Good.
'Underneath'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2004: Well, I Wasn't Expecting That.
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2004? Don't think we've forgotten about you.
Kat - Dec 31, 2004 8:14:03 pm PST #695 of 962
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
§ ita § - Dec 31, 2004 8:14:25 pm PST #696 of 962
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
What do I want from 2005, other than claiming my rightful crown of nice? Of the things that may be under my control -- I want to be a better teacher of the krav. I enjoy it, but I want to be able to be to them the way my teachers (still) are to me. Maybe 2005 is rushing things for that.
I want to stay uninjured, and maybe even healthy. I want to take krav places I haven't before.
I want to be fair to my friends, to earn their friendships all over again, and keep deserving what I get from them. I want to not kill my family.
As for work -- I want to pay attention, stay honest, and not be scared of the things I'm not so good out.
I trimmed my work inbox down to seven messages before I left today. I want to keep a handle, and keep organised.
And I want to be taken by delightful surprise, in every facet of my life.
Delightful -- you hear me?
Gus - Dec 31, 2004 8:14:38 pm PST #697 of 962
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
Oh, you guys aren't going to start talking about boys are you?
I will still be parsing Lysanna's latest while 50 posts go by.
SailAweigh - Dec 31, 2004 8:16:09 pm PST #698 of 962
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
One for the Gus. Forty-nine left to go.
Lee - Dec 31, 2004 8:16:22 pm PST #699 of 962
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Oh, you guys aren't going to start talking about boys are you?
You mean like Ewan, in a kilt...
I'll be in my bunk.
Kat - Dec 31, 2004 8:26:10 pm PST #700 of 962
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Ewan in a kilt.... imagine a whole calendar of that.
Gus - Dec 31, 2004 8:27:06 pm PST #701 of 962
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
After careful recollection of 2004, this is my year end poem (Yeats, of course):
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.
Sorry to be a downer. I'm still parsing Lysana's latest.
erikaj - Dec 31, 2004 8:27:27 pm PST #702 of 962
Always Anti-fascist!
I would have one, for real.
SailAweigh - Dec 31, 2004 8:27:50 pm PST #703 of 962
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
imagine a whole calendar of that
t Wibble. More wibble.
I'll be in Lee's bunk.
erikaj - Dec 31, 2004 8:30:05 pm PST #704 of 962
Always Anti-fascist!
No kidding... that cut through the McNulty-oost, which is quite severe at the moment.