Actually, I've never really cared about the whole new-year's-celebrations/resolutions/look-back-at-last-year sort of things. I like making goals and I like the whole "start fresh" idea, but basically it's like going to bed the night before your birthday, waking up the next day and expecting everything to be miraculously different and new. Uh, yeah, no. Believe me, after 22 years of thinking that, I've finally come to terms with the fact that I will never be 6'10" Amazon woman, world champion billiards player and Nobel Peace Prize winner. Well, not over night anyway.
So, in conclusion, this is not actually some sort of poignant New Year's Day post about how this year is gonna be the best ever (which it will be) or about my resolutions (I have three, all of which will be forgotten by February) or even about how 2009 was cool and here's what I did. Nah. This post is just four pictures of myself, taken over the Christmas break, illustrating my amazing facial capabilities and/or emotions at the time.
[I'm really not sure why I was making this face. Perhaps I was illustrating the fact that I can flare my nostrils even though neither of my parents can. Whaaaaat?]
I say forget New Year's resolutions. They were designed to be broken anyway. Stick with the smaller goals, the "line-upon-line" concept behind real progression. That's they way to succeed. Am I right? Or am I right? Right. Righ-righ-right. Right. ....