The End of the Beginning

This will be the final deemed entry of this epic dialogue. Okay, so it wasn't very epic. It was a lot like the year, actually. Very short, fun, sappy, crazy, and a little sad. So to last year (2005) I dedicate my last blog.

January came around, I turned 19, and was dropped unceremoniously onto my own two feet. February was slightly less terrifying, and I think a little more depressing on some ways. I was warming to my new job, and excited for the future. March was the beginning of the Chad conspiracy, which rocked me little if at all. April was a time of friends and fun, and no more responsibility or study. A pretty damn awesome month. May turned friends into loved ones, and in some cases dateable. Then June turned them back again. June was also the first time I fell in love. Or began to, anyway. July and August seemed to pass in a cloud, and I'm sure those with whom I used to do those things that I used to value wondered where I went. September made me a different person for many reasons. I had to question everything I'd ever known--and for the first time decide on my own what was real. At the end of September, I had it all figured out. Then October came and exploded my little reality, showing me that we never really do figure anything out at all. November would've been passed in a drunken haze, if I drank. But then work and the love of close friends was my vikaden. December has been (was) filled with confusion and endless questions, with no answers to be seen. Blessings filled the space that might have turned the confusion into madness. I think I'll write a song about that. No one can ever know what impact a year will have on our lives, until it has passed. As for me, I still wonder about the meaning of 2005.

I suppose it was the beginning of something. And now we've reached the end of the beginning and now the story must ensue.