And I'm Back

Perhaps it is because I happened to wander by the computer, or perhaps due to a conscious desire to blog. Either way, I am here. Today, due to a lack of inspiration, I will discuss the social convention of best friendship. Recently, the post of my best friendship has been in a state of flux. For those of you who are saying "Oh, no! I cannot be so" do not worry, all is ok. No, my comments on my best friendship that I am here to discuss, it is some unnamed person. More specifically it is someone with TWO best friends. Now, I do no begrudge the fact that this person has two close friends. In fact I am very happy. My problem is with the entire idea that you can have two best friends. Being the best at something implies that you are bar none the most skilled person at the particular field. Saying that two people are the best insults them both because it takes away the specialness of being the best; those people are not the best, they are not bar none. And so I say to all those people sitting on the fence, you cannot have two best friends. Harry Potter's was Ron. Hermoine was a good friend, wonderful, terrific- whatever you want to call her. But she wasn't his best friend. Now i say to you, dear reader, who's yours?

In other, less debating, news, I have read my first book of the new Mitchian calendar year. It is called "Up in the Air, and will soon out in the theatres as a movie of the same name. I really enjoyed the book in a weird Fight Clubish way. It gave me a feeling in the pit of my stomach, I didn't like it but that was the point. I would recommend this book to anyone who cares to take my opinion.

Finally, to the writer's of Glee. I love your show. It's lack of theme song (sans a shout of Glee in harmony) would annoy me with any other show, but it works with you. However, could you do me a favour? Give me a phone call and tell me whether Finn and Rachel, Shouster and Emma, or The Gym Teacher and Sue will get together (ok perhaps not the last one). This stringing me along is getting me all sad, and that simply is against the nature of your wonderful program.

Happy Birthday to Me

It is that time of year again. The time when I evaluate my life, realize that I wish I was more...this (organized, hard working, dedicated; you name the adjective), and make a series of rules that will lead me on the path towards success. Every year I throw myself through these personal hoops of mine, hoping that self improvement is just a few cursory rules away. And every year I seem to summon the enthusiasm heretofore only seen in Bring it On by Kristen Dunst. Speaking of this performance, don't you think it's her personal best? Her ability to summon such annoying enthusiasm toward something so trivial is nothing below impressive. However, this is off-topic. Once again, I have created some goals for my new year.

First, it is my goal to read more often, something I have slowly let go as I have become older. Remember the days when you were 10 and could read a book in a few hours? Those days sadly have come and gone for me. I seldom go past 30 pages without feeling...full. I spend the rest of the night digesting what I've read, wishing I could go on, knowing it cannot. Now, I will put an effort into ensuring that it can. My goal is to read 52 books this year; one per week.

My other goal, I have kept it to two in an attempt to simplify the process, is to blog. I do not want to say once a day, because that, as any of the readers of this blog would know, does not work. No, I just want to blog enough that I am satisfied. What this amount is...I don't know. Over the next year I hope to find out.

Now, as the remaining minutes of the day I became an adult grow thin, I hear the familiar theme of Dexter. The temptations already confront me. And, for now, I give in.