Leftover Chinese Takes a Look at 2006


Happy New Year. Let your horns blow.

I can't afford a tuba, so I got myself a moderately priced trombone. It will take some time to get the hang of it, but I can make the thing sing a few notes and do things with the tone that sound professional. Low Brass and I have a good history: My grades in high school improved when I picked up the Tuba; I pulled my college GPA up significantly once I started playing in the weekly band class. Using that logic, one should predict that I win the lottery this year.

Strangely enough, my life feels slightly more complete. Happy Two Thousand Fucking Six.

Six Simple Resolutions
- Honor my limits on what I can do with my free time.
- More running in circles. Less lifting weights over and over again.
- In regards to the opposite sex, I'll try not to enter a relationship unless I'm 100% dead sure I want to be in one.
- Try not to look tired all the time.
- More living. Less time at the computer.
- Smaller Meals.

Six Petty Resolutions
- Make my Aquarium friends last until July.
- Stop banging my head into open cupboards.
- Introduce myself to strangers more often.
- Be more willing to use the telephone.
- Stop reminding people that I have a cat.
- Buy some clothes for a change.

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