I apparently don't do this as annually as I thought.
- What did you do this year that you hadn't done before?
- Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
- Did anyone close to you give birth?
- Did anyone close to you die?
- What countries did you visit?
- What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?
- What date from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
- What was your biggest achievement of the year?
- What was your biggest failure?
- Did you suffer illness or injury?
- What was the best thing you bought?
- Whose behavior merited celebration?
- Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
- Where did most of your money go?
- What did you get really, really, really excited about?
- What song will always remind you of 2011?
- Compared to this time last year, are you:
- What do you wish you'd done more of?
- What do you wish you'd done less of?
- How did you spend Christmas?
- How will you be spending New Years?
- Did you fall in love in 2010?
- How many one-night stands?
- What was your favorite TV program?
- Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
- What was the best book you read?
- What was your greatest musical discovery?
- What did you want and get?
- What did you want and not get?
- What was your favorite film of this year?
- What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
- What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
- How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?
- What kept you together?
- Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
- What political issue stirred you the most?
- Who did you miss?
- Who was the best new person you met?
- Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011:
- Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
Let's see: I collected unemployment, went to LA, went to Denver, did a bunch of stuff, then went back to sleep.
I didn't make any new year's resolutions last year. I'm unsure I'll do any different this year.
Yes. A couple at church had their first child, a son.
Yes. The man that founded my parish died.
I didn't leave the country, but I did see myself out in Los Angeles and in Denver. Both were first time trips. Also, I was in Nac once and in Houston on a regular basis.
Honestly? I don't know. A promotion would be nice, but then I'd simply have more money and nothing to do with it. I'd rather not collect unemployment again, though. For the record, I got most of what I wanted at this time last year: my job doesn't suck and pays better. It's still in Dallas, though.
Well, there was the trip to LA on March 15, the bishop's funeral on September 1, and yet I think I might forget my sister's wedding on July 4.
I got a better job.
I still don't have much of a social life.
Nothing major. I did get the flu, but that was nothing, really.
I dunno. I didn't buy much this year.
Student loans. Rent. Living expenses.
I have no idea. I really don't.
i. happier or sadder? Neither, really.
ii. thinner or fatter? Neither, really.
iii. richer or poorer? Richer. But money isn't making me happy.
If I had the answer to that question, I'd have done it.
Sitting around in my apartment, doing nothing.
Driving from Dallas to Houston.
The same way I always spend New Year's. Trying to take over the world! Sitting at my parents' place.
This kind of thing does not happen to me. I mean, seriously, come on.
This kind of thing really does not happen to me. In fact, I don't understand how it happens to other people.
OH DEAR GOD MY LITTLE PONY. Yeah, I didn't see that coming.
As much time as I spent in the air, none of the books I read are really begging to get mentioned here.
I didn't discover much music this year.
A boss that doesn't suck. Time to do things.
Things to do with that time.
No film really speaks to me this year. Even the old films I watched just don't seem worthy of mention here.
27. My mom, aunt, and sister came to visit me. It wasn't as memorable as my sister's wedding, which was the next weekend.
If I could have thought of something, I would have done it.
I started buttoning my shirts.
Work. Church. But the rest of me is coming undone even worse.
This would require interaction with celebrity culture, something I don't have.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Politics is a distraction to keep you from realizing that you're getting screwed. I don't give a shit anymore.
I'm coming not to miss anyone. Absence makes the heart forget.
I actually kind of like my current co-workers.
I don't know, really.
Nothing really sums that up nicely.