Little Bill

Ahh yes, the long awaited post-Christmas blog entry. It’s taken me a good few days of digestion (read: decompression) to write, but here’s the crazy thing. Nothing happened. Zip, zilch, zero, nada. No drama, no fights. It was nice.

It was also a bit boring. My family doesn’t seem to do anything. Between myself and my father, we had twenty new DVDs to watch. He rented some, I brought ones I’d recently purchased or wanted to see again. Of the five days we were there I don’t even want to tell you how many movies I watched.

Well, actually I will: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Elf, Surf’s Up (All of which feature the lovely future Mrs. Little Bill, Zooey Deschanel), Ratatouille, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, The Bourne Ultimatum, Letters from Iwo Jima and A Christmas Story. TWICE.

My Brothers and I all managed to get out of the house and go out on the town — well, one bar — and get ourselves a bit lit up. Luckily, we were all wise enough to call a parental unit to come pick our drunk asses up. The next day I got my ass out of the house and took some photos of my hometown. I went high tech and low tech. My Canon 40d and my Diana 151. It was brilliant. At some point tonight I’ll try and scan the toy camera photos.

Another year is upon us. Will there be changes? I don’t know. Many of them were actually made already. Some of them by me, some of them to me. All for the better, I’m beginning to believe.

2008 will be the year I become an adult. I’m gonna try my damdest to make that happen and not kill the child within me too. However I seem to have left a little bit of my wide-eyed wonder somewhere else.