Today wasn't very eventful. (Not that any day is, really.)
I added another gnome to my collection today.
My friend Jessica started giving me lawn gnomes for my birthday 3 years ago.
The first is Sebastian, the second Eleanor, and the third, Bartholomew.
It's creepy and weird, but it's become a tradition.
She also got me a book on the history of Scientology.
I don't plan to read it, but it's the thought that counts?
(p.s.- my birthday was in June. We just procrastinate.)
I also went through my photobucket album for the first time in two or so years. I was very amused by several things, the first being all of the various hair colors and styles I've sported in the last two years of photos. Long and brown, to short and blonde, to jet black, to dark brown, to red, and everywhere in between. I'm all about change, it seems.
The other really interesting things about my album are the changes in attitude shown through the photos. I went through my lovey-dovey phase, where all of the pictures are of "the boy" and I, as well as tons of sappy love quotes and icons. Blehhh. Then came the heartbreak icons, full of sadness and angst. Then came the "I'm living for a new day" phase, which included several I-love-my-life-esque icons and plenty of "Don't chase them, replace them" banners. This phase was directly followed by a period in which I was rather content with my standings, and the pictures somehow seemed to illustrate that feeling as well. Then came a new guy, flirty pictures, and other suches. Then that ended, and then I stopped using photobucket. My album was a thrill ride, I assure you. Still rather interesting to look at, though.
Sometimes I think 2007 was nothing more than a waste of a year. Then I think about it, and I realize that 2007 was great at the time, and is therefore considered a great year again. I just wasted a couple of months in the fall on something really stupid. Therein lies the "waste."
I think it would've been easier if I had realized in October the simple thing I realize now...
Life. Goes. On.
laterdays.