I hope that this year I can do things I have never done before.
I hope that I will overcome my social awkwardness and make friends.
I hope that I will stick to my diet, regardless of whether or not I'll be wearing a bikini this summer.
I hope that I will buy my own car.
I hope that I will have my own apartment, and be able to support myself.
I hope that, if I have to, I can find someone who would be a good roommate if I need some help.
I hope that I can afford to go on vacation myself.
I hope that I can go to Florida.
I hope that I can spend one whole month where I do nothing but write.
I hope to learn at least one more foreign language.
I hope to make a scrapbook.
I hope to paint more.

One down. Of course, naturally, many of these things are only applicable to the end of the year. On New Years Eve, I'm going to just review what I've done.

Inevitably, the scrapbook is the better bet for recording such findings, as I update that more often than this blog. This is just for random thoughts that no one will read (?).

In other news, DIM rocks my world and I just ordered the limited-edition, first press of their next single. It is my sister's birthday on the 30th (I think) and I got her an autographed Guren pamphlet.

I don't envy everyone else in the room with their presents when I hand that over.

Twilight

Let’s clarify here, for a moment. If you walked into any book store three years ago, chances were that you were going to hit a Twilight fan. Fans sat outside stores as late as 1 AM waiting for the newly released books. The books soared in popularity – with preteens.

Middle schoolers and high school freshmen are the big-buyers for the Twilight novels, and are the sole reason the movie Twilight gained such quick popularity for such little effort from its actors. Deadpan performances and little personality plagued the film, and talent gave way to a focus toward creepy, vampire vibes.

Yet the preteen girls who dragged their families to the film are the reason to blame for Kirsten Stewart and Company becoming “A-Listers”. You put any one of their faces on a magazine, and the magazine will sell out. Why? Because of the preteens.

Fact: Having a bunch of twelve year old girls buy out your movie on pure devotion to the albeit awful books it is based on, does not make you an A-Lister. It does not even make you a good actor.

So the next time I see Kirsten Stewart listed as this super popular actress, rather than someone who acts like an early version of Avril Lavigne and dresses like her fans, I will burn the magazine in a pit of tar and swear to Satan that rabid dogs will eventually feast on her special place.

Wer zu Lebceit gut auf Erden?

Who in their lifetime is good on earth?

In playing a game, somehow I become a power player. The characters I portray, take over the game. In the past, I have found an almost exotic balance of good vs. evil, with myself in the evil. I play the game's shadow, when someone else is the sunlight.

If this game can't find it's sunlight, then it isn't my problem, and don't blame me because your character can't overtake the came like mine.

I'm not afraid to be the bad guy, and I'm not afraid to write disgusting, unethical things. I'm not afraid to have my character perform abortions, and kill unborn infants, to make his point. I'm not afraid, and you are. You go through everything wearing kit gloves, and I create a destructive force.

I love it. You hate it. But I'm the one having fun. You could have fun, but you won't, because "the game is going to hell". Why don't you just come out and say it? Why not just say that allowing me back into the game, has ruined it beyond repair?

Just say it.