December 30th

Wow, one more day and I'll actually have updated here every day for a month.  I seriously didn't think I'd get this far.  But I did.  And that's pretty cool, I think so anyway.

After writing yesterday about what 2010 was, I got to thinking about what 2011 will be.  And really, I don't know what the next year will bring, how it will be.  It will be better than 2010 was.  That will happen.  Why do people even make new years resolutions anyway?  That's just something I never really understood because pretty much no one (that I know, anyway) actually sticks to whatever their resolution was.  And I mean, why do even bother making one if you know you're not gonna stick to it?  What exactly is a new years resolution supposed to be anyway?  Can it be anything?  Like... if I say that I'm going to do what it takes for me to be happy next year.  Is that a resolution?  Or does it have to be more specific?  See, these are the questions you have but don't want to ask because you feel like every one else knows the answers and if you don't, you're dumb.

I want to learn to read Swedish.

How come things are better when they're not American?  Books from other countries are better.  Movies are better.  People's accents sound better, nicer, prettier.  But American things... I get so bored of them.  Our movies suck here because there's no original ideas anywhere.  Everything has been done over and over and over again.  All Hollywood ever does is make crappy  movie versions of amazing books, make remakes of somewhat decent old movies, and make awful remakes of foreign films.  And really?  Why don't people just watch the original version of the movie and use subtitles?  It's so much better when it's not a remake.

Next year, I'm going to suck it up and have the courage to just be me all the time.  I'm going to try anyway.  I'm going to be strong.  I'm not going to give up.  I can do this.  I know I can.  I hope.

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