The new year is here and it couldn't have gone off to a worse start. Woke up, burned some year old bagel bites and ate them. Ate some McDonalds, played some tennis, ate some pasta, ate some ice cream, watched some Netflix and went to bed. My hair and face look ugly and I can't get my hair fixed till Monday afternoon! I feel so ugly.
I made my New Years resolutions as I always do. It's a checklist of what i need to do. Every year since 2014 I name the year after my favorite rockstar at the time I'm use as a mentor and make a list of things I need to do that year. 2014 was the year of Paul McCartney after I saw him live which was a focus on my wellbeing. 2015 was the year of Jimmy Page about my presentation and sinful desires, and if you've read this journal till now it's clear I accomplished it. 2016 will be the year of Julian Casablanca, a focus on romance and emotions. I have a bunch of goals focusing on that i'll try and accomplish. I've always accomplished them so I have faith.
2015 was an amazing year but I love life because it's so unpredictable. Like it's been such a small amount of time but so much has happened, nothing is ever slow. I can't wait to see what happens this year! If you told me what happened in 2015 in 2014 I would have called you a liar.
Here's to 2016! I'll probably stop this journal in September of 2016 when I turn 18 so yeah.
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My First Journal
Non-FictionALL THINGS THAT HAPPENED ARE REAL. THIS IS NOT FICTION. A diary documenting my final year of high school. Recently life has become this very strange television like reality for me. I went from invisible to involved. This is an entirely true account...
