Still. My fingers felt like typing, like writing -- even if what I was writing was utter nonsense.
The impulse is a bit better now (still can't hold still but it's fine, it's all fine, isn't it?)
It’s time to say goodbye to an old year — time to bid farewell bad habits long dragged about, time to shake off old fears and hurts; it’s time to find a new, more positive way of living. It’s time for me to give and not ask how I can receive. It’s time for me to start to make a difference.
This year, at many times, has seemed completely impossible -- but it always seems impossible until it's done. And thank God, it is finished.
I want to say thank you to everyone who has made this year possible — to everyone from my friends to my family to my followers: I will always love and appreciate you. Thanks for making this year’s greatest highs and for keeping my head above water when the lows tried to drown me.
And my largest thank-you has to go to God — without Him, my next breaths would be stolen from me, rather than promised. All thanks go to Him, because I know that my future is not promised by my will alone.
Let’s bid this year a fond farewell, and step forward fearlessly. We’ve got lives to live. Our adventures are yet to be written in full.
Goodbye, 2011. 2012, I’m looking forward to meet you.
Ip Man 2: Legend of the Grandmaster and Star Trek XI (for about the hundredth time. I know every line in that movie).
Star Trek, of course, rebooted my longest held fandom, resurrecting that crazy fangirl in me with every slashable K/S moment I coud feasibly construe from STXI. God, I love that movie. The characters are harsher, sharper, more keenly defined by an alternate universe that is more than kin and less than kind; I absolutely love it. And every little outside reference the STXI characters make to TOS (or even Sherlock Holmes; at one point, Spock quotes from Sherlock Holmes, haha) makes me giggle or flail rather crazily, both inside and outside. It seems the family has gotten used to it by now, though.
Ip Man 2 was a continuation of my viewing of its predecessor, Ip Man, several months before. I love kung fu films; I love almost anything to do with Asian culture in general, and this film, being historically accurate and based on true events, is a gem. It stars Donny Yen, who stars as Ip Man, the legendary wing chun grandmaster who was also the teacher of the great Bruce Lee. I don't typically find myself attracted to Asians, but, on a totally superficial note, Donny Yen is rather handsome. I've so much inspiration from that movie now: the strength and graceful flow of human limbs (to draw, or paint, or maybe photograph), the movement of long and somber black Chinese robes...
anyway. I can count this night as a win. now off to sleep.
the solution to the root of all of my problems.
i'm signing off from the social aspect of the internet world. until the summer. Why? I have a goal I need to accomplish -- a trip to Europe this summer, for one, among other things. School is coming first.