Pisces Outlook for 2010 (http://shine.yahoo.com/page/2010-horoscope)

Year 2010 Overview

Okay, pause for a moment and check your pulse. Still there? Good. That means you survived the last couple of years with both Saturn and Pluto in less-than-perfect places for you. And by "less than perfect," I mean "lousy." Good news! Both of astrology's heavyweights have moved on to more constructive places for you. Now is the time to take that famous Pisces sensitivity (still intact from the challenges of the last while) and put it to work making your life a happier and more comfortable place.

You'll be receiving a lot more attention from others in 2010: loved ones, family and co-workers will all be drawn to you at times like moths to a flame. And as a result of the last couple of years worth of hassle, you'll be a stronger person with better judgment, and much better able to handle the influx. Enjoy your new position at the center of your own social circle!

One more noteworthy change from the previous year: Jupiter will be in your sign for most of the year, giving you a newfound sense of optimism and happiness about things no matter how they turn out. You'll be feeling expansive, but be careful not to expand too much -- this transit also comes with a more than usual chance of weight gain. There will be a renewed emphasis on health, fitness and personal well-being in the spring -- take advantage of that. Then again, maybe you just deserve the break. What's a pound or two compared to real happiness?

Well this was enlightening. Reading something like this almost makes me wish I was desperate enough to believe everything I've been told.

The days following Christmas are weird. After all this anticipation, after all this build up everything starts to level off and return to normalcy. It sort of feels like we end up embarrassed of how emotionally wrapped up in the "festive" feeling we all were.. everything new just ends up mixed in with the old, and everything that used to reflect the so-called spirit of Christmas is packed up in boxes and thrown back up to the attic. And there it all remains until this month rolls around again and everything about our attitude is expected to - and conveniently does - change.

I can't decide whether I'm a realist or idealist.. and I'm not really sure which of the two is worse.

The fact that it's Christmas Eve seems completely irrelevant to me right now. I know everyone says Christmas always just sneaks up on you but seriously.. I've never felt this un-festive before. Now I don't even mean in a Grinch way (obviously old-school cartoon Grinch style - that version with Jim Carey and the now coked-out girl from gossip girl is too awkward, borderline terrifying) just in this detached uncertainty.

On an unrelated note, while I was in the media center the other day I was listening to our Latin sub talk to Mrs. J about facebook. Mrs J was going on about how stupid she thought the whole thing was and "has this theory" that in two years everyone will be completely embarrassed by their obsession with it. Pathetically, as soon as I heard this I became immediately defensive.. I mean, obviously this woman is not aware of what an integral part of my life that shit isss. And then the more I thought about that, the more I started to realize I probably spend more time watching people update the world on their ceaselessly riveting lives, laughing at middle schoolers just for a sense of self-assured superiority, and skimming through arrays of pictures to find how truly social people spend their time, than I do sleeping most school nights. Embarrassment.. not yet, still definitely on the denial stage before reaching acceptance.

Awesome. A blog about me. This is new.

So I guess on Christmas Eve we're supposed to think about others, and giving to others, and how much we appreciate others... because this is totally different from Thanksgiving since people are having glazed ham tonight instead of turkey. So just to stray from the underlying subject of every single blog entry I've produced the past year I just wanted to express how much I like people. It's true. Most the time I'm kind of thinking "FUCK YOU ALLLLLL - I'M AN INDEPENDENT LONER, YEAH! FRESHH" but no, not lately. It's kind of funny that when you stop socially isolating yourself, you manage to find that people are great, new people are great, and that maybe only speaking to same few people is not protective but just limiting. Not that I'm saying anything against the old, because I love them, but it's just surreal to me that I can actually enjoy people I haven't always known. Yay for turning something of a shout-out into being about myself again.. but I guess thank you to new people that I've never had the cahones to speak to before. High school has - without a doubt - been something of a growing experience for me and as much as I bitch about everything there.. well, there are just always surprises.

But I'm not just thankful for the new, like I said, since I love the old. Thoreau said when receiving guests it's better to distance yourself as the levity of the conversation increases, but I'm thinking that's just a guy thing. There's nothing I can think of that I love more than entwining yourself between people and feeling not only a comforting physical closeness but emotional as well. Because the warmth - on a literal and figurative sense - is enough to remind this cold hearted, cynical individual that we really aren't alone.. So I guess I could say last night I actually did realize I was something like that green nasty monster and my heart managed to swell from that infinitesimal size to something remotely human. Thank you.

I used to blog this length every day at one point.. but on a final note, which exists in stark contrast to this entire post: Death - White Lies is an awesome song in case you weren't aware. Album suggestionnnn: http://www.mediafire.com/?yhme1mdzymz

Soo.. Merry Christmas Eve
Happy Holidays
KRAZY KWANZAA
Hopefully Hanukkah kicked ass
& Something pertaining to Festivus..

You're great.

I wish I had something good to say instead of merely existing as this empty being without thoughts and distinctions between being the highs and lows of life. Anything and everything that should make me happy is nothing and I'm nothing more than exhausted by nearly all that surrounds me. I'm so sick of this never ending pattern of working my ass off, and finding that the only products of my efforts are nothing more than numbers on a page - hypothetical values that label me as better or worse than someone else.

I'm boring myself and can't seem to understand why everything just can't STOP.

(By the way, picture comes from "2009 A Year in Photo"s: http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/12/2009_in_photos_part_1_of_3.html The entire series makes me overwhelmingly sad, and that's certainty not out of any early case of nostalgia.)

Too much to do, so little time.. only enough time to express my love for this commercial and Walt Whitman.

I love Yahoo Answers for bailing me out on the take-home test bonus question:

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AhoZQ0XrTGQl1wOnRkn8ZNnsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20091206083837AASNW1S


I asked.

In amidst my regular friday aftertnoon plans (cake boss + naps + gorging self on food) I managed to complete the impossible: high score in solitaire of 11,763 in 63 seconds. Fucking hell, I am awesome.