pretty good year
December 31. 1999
The last day of the century. I refuse to make a big deal out of it.
I am delighted to report that the much hyped Y2K problems have gone bust. As I write this (5:30 pm) it's already the year 2000 in most of the world. Life continues, the trains, planes and automobiles are running, and the missiles supposedly pointed at us have not been fired. It makes me laugh to see the ridiculous proportions that this has been blown up to be. So now I can sit back and laugh at all the fools who bought generators and have emergency water tanks buried in their backyards. Suckers.
A few hours ago I had to journey to the grocery store to get food for the party tonight (having been appointed snack gopher by my friends), and I steeled myself for the place to be packed and the lines to be long. But it was pretty dead. No idiots carting gallons of milk and bread away. I expected many empty shelves, but there were none. I got the feeling that most everyone in there was, like me, buying some last minute snacks for New Year's parties.
I got my first semester grades today. And they were considerably less than I expected. All said and done, I ended up with 2.61 GPA. My parents were actually less upset than I was. I'm trying to put it behind me and move on from there. I made some really stupid mistakes, and I don't plan on repeating them.
I guess the title is appropriate. A pretty good year. It had its ups and downs, but so does anything worthwhile. This year was better than most in a lot of ways. I've done things this year that I never thought I would. As an individual, I feel like I've come so far, and now I'm just waiting for the rest of everything to catch up with me.
So now I am watching CNN (as I have been for most of day) and realizing that all this millennium crap is about 97% hype. Like I said in one of my previous entries, the actual date is meaning less and less to me. To me, life is not an event, a single defining moment, and it shouldn't be. Which is why I'm not getting too excited about the impending new century. Because life is a circle, an endless cycle of learning, a journey. Which is why I think I will jump the gun a bit and announce that I am renaming my journal "Hejira", the arabic word for journey.
So. Life is a journey. Welcome to mine.
food: surf and turf
read: Angela's Ashes, Frank McCourt
sight: new year's hype
still, pretty good year
- Pretty Good Year, Tori Amos
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