A Silent Night...

This marks my first Christmas alone. It's quite a different feeling not being with anyone during this holiday. I don't really feel alone -- I mean, with all the phone calls, how could you? I kind of like it. No one to hang with, no where to go, nothing to do. It's fitting for my first year here in New York. It's acutally a chioce because I guess I could be out at a party somewhere with a lot of people I don't really know. I don't want to, though.

So, here I sit, thinking on the last year's events and what I'll wish to resolve by next year.

It comes to mind that for the last few holidays I would make a drunken mess of myself, so I guess this year was a better alternative. Just a mellow, unassuming holiday.

That being said, I kind of like being alone, not all the time, but sometimes. I notice this departure from wanting to be surrounded by people and happenings and just wanting to be in more silence. Well, there is music playing, but you get the idea. It feels nice. Besides, I'm not into all the holiday stuff anymore.

I think I'm gonna rearrange my room...