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Tomorrow. Will anything be different?

I have an idea. How about we continue to celebrate Christmas for the month of January. Repeat the holiday classic songs that rhyme of happiness and cheer. Consider it a temporary trial – and maybe we remove the religious suggestion and invite everyone to become merry. Have a celebration at the end of every week where we exchange gifts and everyone gets off work a few hours early. What if snowflake sweaters became the new trend, a fad that generates laughter all around, because everybody is wearing an awkward red and green fabric material that begins to itch as soon as you pull it over your head. And every store can hold their huge holiday sale and everyone can spend time with family and visit friends, and, and, I just thought maybe we shouldnt consider one day and an eve to be our time for kindness.

Caroling. That could be the solution to all our problems. Sunday should become an evening for caroling, everyone should be required to sing door to door, spreading joy. Even if you dont like singing, I can guarantee youll get a laugh out of it.

Musicals make me cry. Next time I have something important to share I plan on singing and of course I will also have a choreographed routine to accompany my vocals.

I would rather listen to my own opinion than to that of another because I find it much easier to blame myself when everything goes wrong. However, this is still an inconvenience as I am unfortunately uncomfortable with confrontation and I dont like it when I yell at myself.

During my freshman year of college I lived in the dormitories. I had my computer set up on a table by the door, which was always open with a view of the courtyard. It rained a lot that year, the campus flooded, classes were cancelled. I sat at my keyboard typing for days, staring at the sky. When I needed a break I ran outside. I wish I had that kind of freedom again. It was inspiring.

Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, everything happened before I could even celebrate. Because of this, I am refusing the right to rejoice with this new year before us. I just wish to sit back for a moment and enjoy 2006 before it is gone.

I wish I had more patience with my friends. Unfortunately I am quite the obsessive compulsive with my routine and struggle to stride far from my standard step. Uncertainty results in hesitation, which inevitably becomes regret.