Happy New Year

2011 was my forgettable year. I didn't journal (for the first time ever since I was 13). I barely blogged (too busy and stressed to try). And I didn't take any pictures from my own camera (because it sucks, and Lee's iphone is much more fun).

For many reasons I wouldn't mind pushing 2011 to the deepest cobweb filled corners of my mind. This year gave me a swift kick in the hiney. I moved back in with my parents. I took 45 hours of college credit. I fought a whole bunch with Sir Morgan. My New Year's Goals still remain mostly unattained.

But I could never forget 2011. I loved every month, every week, every hour, and every minute of it. I fell in love. Over and over and over. (With the same person, duh.) My broski graduated. I traveled all over Texas, and to New York/New Jersey. I took huge steps into securing a future. I grew up some.


2011, you tossed me around a little but honestly... I loved every minute of it. ;)

I rang in the New Year in a Motel 6 off Bandera Road with the Morgan 5 (Lee, Me, Clint, Jill, and Travis). We were all half asleep and full of Whataburger. It was peaceful and calm and really really joyful. I like joyful.

As for New Year's Resolutions? I'm going back to "be happy" since that works for me.

To Be Or Not To Be

That's not my question.

When desperately needing help...
is it better to call someone who you know cares about you but probably won't come...
OR
someone who will come but will add insult to your injury
                                                        sarcasm to your sickness
                                                        pain to your problem?
That's not my question either.




My question is: Why are those my only two options?