Comment and I'll give you a letter; then, list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After, post this in your journal, and give out some letters of your own.
Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2006 (not including memes of course). Post the first line/sentence of it in your journal, and that's your "Year in Review".
January: Ok, so I'm watching Phantom of the Opera because a) it was on demand, b) I have a fantastic home theater stereo system, c) I remember liking it, (Gerard Butler singing in those clothes and Andrew Lloyd Webber and gorgeous cinematography...) and I know I've said this before, but this time I really want to punch Emmy Rossum in the face just so she'll change her fucking facial expression.
[Wow, that is a long damn sentence.]
February: Every now and then I have these moments when I try to figure out what in the hell is so different between the two sexes that makes certain parts of socializing so completely unnavigable and confusing.
[Still do! How about that...]
March: HALLO. I JUST DROPPED COMMLAW AND I FEEL FANTASTIC. HOW'RE YOU?
[Yeah, I still don't regret that. Huh.]
April: So... it's 3:56 in the morning, and there's a bird outside my window that is screaming its bloody head off for no readily apparent reason.
[Ah, the marvelous sounds of springtime.]
[I love summer. Also, Chocolate Covered Cherry Martinis. Yum, omgz.]
June: OH MY GOD, I'VE BEEN WORKING ALL DAY AND I HAVE TO GO BACK IN LESS THAN FOURTY FIVE MINUTES AND MY COWORKERS ARE DUMB AND I WANT TO KILL EVERYONE!
[Okay, maybe not that part of summer.]
July: I hate my job! Hooray!
[And you know, I really don't miss it at all. Now that I'm done, I can't imagine going back. Ever.]
August: Pot stickers! Stickers of pots! Objects that, when confronted by a cooking vessels of the pot persuasion, stick!
[I like eating. Shut up.]
September: We're going to Canterbury Park for some good, old-fashioned, horse racing!
[Oh, autumn in the country.]
October: Man, I just had a burst of editing inspiration.
[Sometimes it takes me a month to get into the swing of school. Lame.]
November: Paris is a city in France, not an irritating postmodern era celebrity..
[Still true. At least she's trying to stop Britney Spears from flashing her "girl bits" to the world.]
December: So, I saw Tartuffe at Theatre de la Jeune Lune with Nic last night, and it was so much fun.
[Well, this has been the month of theatre, thusfar...]
And that's all I got for now. It seems, for some unknown reason, that my tape, through no fault of mine, has become useless. So I'm going to go sulk and try to figure out what the hell I'm going to do for this project now.