Late New Year blogg(things I should do)

I was braving the wilderness for the past few weeks so I missed the new year, but not a damn thing happens in January so it’s all the New Year.

This year I vowed to start doing ballet.

And exercising so that I can continue to be as honest as I am now without being beaten to a pulp

I’ll start spoiling my Chihuahua Saint. In the good way. In the way he thinks I, worker, have money. Not spoiling like food.

Until he too begins to value cleanliness and stops peeing on the trash can.

I’ll choose my anime favs more wisely this year instead of rooting for the hottest character I see. Mahito

Maybe I’ll even stop letting Spotify recommend me the same Schizoscriptures Machine girl and Swrslt songs when I look for recommendations.

Anyway.. So, I was putting this 9 year old on Persona, but out the gate she was shipping Ren and Akechi and pointing to the Detective with his hands on his hips and saying “That’s a sign!” and telling me that P3MC “Looks Gay”. I expected her to be homophobic, so it’s preferable over that, but my jaw was quite literally on the floor(I lay on my stomach)

I almost got shot with a firework by stupid cousin.

Thankfully, I’m fast. I did not set on fire or explode.

I had a firework sword which I aimed at a house. Thankfully I was paranoid and pointed it slightly over the house. Nothing was damaged

This year I’ll stop laughing at *Skeeve. I’ll improve my Spanish. I’ll keep debating my republican veteran teacher man.

*My sink, or anything I can’t recall the name of immediately

I’ll start taking care of my nails. As one of the many evil anime boys I thoroughly enjoy once said: “One cannot live a beautiful life without beautiful nails”

Or something like that. He was strange and evil(as I said) I liked him simply because he had glasses and style. I can’t stand him. I’m so glad he went to jail or something.

Recommendations is a longer word than I remember it being.

This year I’ll draw more lesbians doing romantic activities.

The other day I was asked what the best day of my life was and as I sifted through all of my memories I realized there was nothing except bad days sandwiched between years of brainrotting monotony.

The other day I was asked what the worst day of my life was, and I said it was the time where I was hiking up a large icy mountain and I thought I’d fall.

It was completely valid, of course. I was frozen solid and it solidified my irrational fear of heights. It was a lie though. I realized there was nothing exceptional enough about my bad days to grant any of them the title of worst.

It’s as if I did this to myself on purpose so that I couldn’t

experience a bad(or worst) day… but now instead of gaining control over how I feel about my days, I went the opposite direction and just became boring.

This year I’ll get out more. New Year.