Rally Onward

OK! December is past tense now.

This past new year’s eve ranks up there with the new year’s eve that I spent in East L.A. with J and S in terms of randomness. At that party, two graffiti crews got together and everybody introduced themselves and knew each other by their graf names. I was Harm-one that night.

The most recent one was a considerably more swanky, yet decrepit affair. There was a shrill Yoko Ono type in a pink wig, ordering everybody around, and demanding attention. Her husband, a New Zealander was crazy as well. They were both fun to watch. She’d vogue out while taking pictures while he would grin like a bunny with his eyes closed. It was a bit reminiscent of that scene in boogie nights with the eccentric drug dealer who spends most of his time listening to mix tapes and free basing cocaine.

C and A were both pleasant surprises. Good peoples. I couldn’t figure A out until I realized that he reminded me of J from above. Obsessive compulsive about art. He showed me his quarter-sleeve tattoo. The funny part was that while the quarter sleeve on his left arm was intricate and well-thought out the ones on his right arm were not centered around a theme. He pointed to a diamond on the right and said the guy threw that one in for free. Hilarious.

I’m starting to get excited to tackle this year. A welcome respite from the malaise/withdrawal that started to set in last November.

Last November, I came across a list of 15 things I wanted to accomplish last year and realized that I hadn’t made strides in any of them. Disgust breeds regret which begets action.

The grain of sand that broke the camel’s back happened yesterday. As I was getting ready for work, I had a thought, nay, a general feeling.

I hoped that Lauren and Heidi would become friends again.

As soon as my conscious registered this feeling, I wanted to punch myself. That was the last straw. I vehemently swore off The Hills. I’m not going to get invested in any way into vapid lives this year.

I’m going to piggy back on some of the goals from last year with some new ones and am in the process of refining them. This is my year of effort and if I find myself staring at Yoko’s antics and bunny grins, literally and metaphorically, this time next year, I’m going to officially announce “game over” and up my 401(k) contributions.