Avalon Hotel, Vancouver, BC.
Photo taken with a Lomo LC-A, film cross-processed
I had these grand plans to write this wonderful, thoughtful post here on the first day of 2013. You know, get the year kick-started off right with this blog. If I have one resolution (which I don’t really, because I almost have a philosophical problem with them as a whole), it’s to write more often in this blog.
Then I ended up with a wicked hangover, and watched a marathon of Homicide: Life On The Street yesterday. So if what you do on the first day of the new year is any kind of sign to what the rest of your year will be like, I’ll either be murdered or become a alcoholic. Thank god I’m not the kind of person that believes in ridiculous things like that.
The kicker was, I’d never had a hangover before. I blame that god-awful lychee liqueur. But you see, by the time that was busted out, I was already too intoxicated to care that it smelled like death warmed over.
Scratch that, I do have a resolution: never touch lychee liqueur again.
I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’ll be keeping that one.
I’m not going to reflect on 2012 as a year and any trials or tribulations that I had. I’m not even going to talk about all the awesome things that happened either. Mostly because, the flip of a calendar is completely arbitrary. I’ve never understood why people who want to loose weight, or quit smoking, or want to pet more puppies, or whatever, feel the need to wait until some magical day that will make your resolve that much more solid. It doesn’t. If anything, it’s putting something off. Why not do what you want to do now?
Then again, I’ve always been a rather impatient person.
I was going to write about the book I started yesterday, but instead I’ll wait until another post. I kind of got carried away on a tangent there.