December 31st, 2001

butterfly girl : where she goes when she

he met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge...

Naturally after watching "Moulin Rouge" last night with Kristy, I had to spend what time I had in my car today driving to and from work, listening to the sountrack. It's one of the few movie soundtracks I actually like; most of the time I find that soundtracks consist of instrumental sound bites barely even featured in the film. I remember when Moulin Rouge first came out, and how at all our Noises Off rehearsals, some of us would drive [the guys] crazy by singing every word of "The Elephant Love Medley" amongst other songs. Oh, the memories. I admire Baz Luhrmann terribly though.

Work today was quiet; I trained Kate R. on registers [as to not be confused with the Kate whom I'm moving out with], and ran after a shoplifter in the afternoon, which was... interesting. We didn't get him, but it wasn't for lack of trying. And at any rate, that livened up the afternoon. There's only one more day of 2001, and naturally, I'll be spending it... working. But after that: some sort of [small] solace. I'm looking forward to some quieter times.

butterfly girl : where she goes when she

when resolutions feel unneccesary

Tomorrow will be New Years Eve. I was going to write something that speculated on the year that was, and what I hoped the new year would bring [peace, love, + other cliches], but in light of... some things... it didn't seem neccessary. Resolutions seem fruitless when every day is hoping for a change, and making promises to oneself.

I used to wonder whether I'd changed at all in this last year. Now it just doesn't seem important. I am who I am, and whether it's the same person I was 8 months, 5 weeks, or 3 days ago even, doesn't make a difference. Tomorrow night will be fun, and I'm looking forward to it, but for once, I'm not expecting any great changes to come with the new year. Because I have to make the changes myself; time itself will not create a new life.