two thousand. and. nine.

I haven't blogged in a while.

It is now the year two thousand. and. nine.

Resolutions are healthy. They signify hope, which is a good thing. I'm not sure if I made a resolution last year. I think this time last year, I was only glad that i had recovered from the worst bout of acne. This time last year, I was carefree after my second semester, happy in a hesitating way, and looking forward to junior orientation.

To be more exact, it is now the year two thousand. and. nine. and. seven days.

So I should make a resolution. I resolve to be always conscious of my inner reality and bliss.

Skip that if it doesn't make sense to you.

UZ got me this from Starbucks.

It's a journal for the new year and it smells heavenly- a nice wood-ish smell. The first instinct I had upon opening it was to bury my nose in the pages.

So I wrote my first entry on a thick brown page for January in black inky pen.

I want to fill the pages up with writing fluid and dense. With twirls and flourishes here and there. But I doubt I will be writing much. My diaries before were where I wrote all my little secrets; the failings of the human heart- my little loves and crushes, my happiness, my hopes and fears.

I like it's theme- begin. grow. flow. I like the little dots.

I. like. the. little. dots.

Yesterday I found out I will never be an artist. This was the card I made for cynthia.

I spent 2 hours making it. Googled some card projects online and decided that the cut and paste method created a nice effect. Towards the end, I was shaking so much from laughter and despair I couldn't stick the bits properly.

It's late.

My other resolution? Sleep early and rise early.