I did not accomplish what I wanted to this year.  I should set realistic goals, like “cause myself lots of unnecessary grief”.  I’m really good at that.

Let’s see, but what did I do?

• I bought a Mac Mini in lieu of seeing the live Pee Wee show in L.A. (long story)….
• I actually had a valentine on Valentine’s day.  There’s a first for everything I suppose.  I gave her a card that read “I Choo Choo Choose You.”  And it had a picture of a train.  :/
• I went to Las Vegas with for a friend’s birthday.  I saw her maybe twice and spent the rest of the time drinking rum and coke and pumping money into slot machines.
• I dated a girl who lived 2 and a half hours away for several months.
• Shortly after we broke up we rented a car and drove to L.A. for Coachella  (I assure you the order of these events is correct) and spent 3 brutal days in the desert sun.
• Went on my medication.
• Went off my medication.
• I dated a girl who lived only 20 minutes away.  She rushed me into being her boyfriend and then dumped me several days later.  She is now a permanent stalker…
• I bought a MacBook.  A new computer for every girl that broke my heart it seems.
• I saw my mom and my brother… for a couple days.  For whatever reason they only ever come down in the summer.  I’m not sure why they don’t ever want to spend holidays with me… I should stop complaining.

That’s it then.  My whole year in a nutshell.  I did a lot, but I’m still depressed, and I’m not any better at meeting people or dealing with being an adult.  I’ll be 27 in about a month.  My Logan’s Run school of logic has a problem with this.  OK, I have nothing else to say.