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Yesterday, I set about making my New Year's Resolutions without much inspiration. While my '08 resolutions were born from the idea that "with every broken heart, we should become more adventurous," this year was devoid of motivation besides self-improvement. However, with last year's list in hand, I pulled out a sheet of paper and a gel pen. The goals came more quickly than I anticipated, especially after my dad lectured on the decline of creativity and basic self-sufficiency. In all, the list is longer than last year, with more specific goals.

After helping Jeff with his poster, we called up the co-conspirators to go to Longwood. Student Tickets, FTW! I'd never seen the Christmastime gardens, and was awed very much so. Unfortunately, we went a little fast, but I got to see the whole park, including the residential DuPont manor. In this former home, now museum, we walked through the display rooms, reading informational blurbs and generally educating ourselves. However, in the last room, there was a very large cat splayed across one of the chairs. Sleepy and fat, we later found out this pudgy cat's name was Beumont or something, he was one of nine cats that inhabit the gardens, and that those cats have a better health care plan than any of us could ever hope to have. Around 9:10, we hurried over to the fireworks viewing area. Despite the rain, they were beyond spectacular and synced to classical orchestrations. My favorite rain like falling stars. Standing at the peak of the sloped lawn, we could see that particular kind of firework was falling through the sky and landing among trees and fountains. Being young assholes without parents, we ran to the exit and through the parking lot.

To Viv's! Everyone else has places to be, so Jeff and I hurried over for pancakes and to meet her boo. There was an exchanging of YouTube videos. Jeff saw "Two Girls One Cup." I saw the reaction, but kept a fair distance from the computer screen. Dick Clark is an animatronic zombie and Ryan Seacrest has a funny nose. I got dropped off at 1, my brother already asleep and dad reading away in his room. My last meal of the decade was Viv's pancakes, an obviously good end to the first decade I managed to live all the way through.