“New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights.”—Hamilton Wright Mabie
Woke up at 12:12 Vermont time, ate Minestrone soup, watched ‘This is It’, picked up board rentals at the mountain, talked to Mr. Tran, played pool, won, had two bited of VEAL before spitting it out and making Easy mac, played Pictionary, and watched Dexter. I am happy.
Looking through old photos on my computer, and I found one of the pictures I took of Jensen Ackles at last year’s Comic-Con. It just now hit me that I was within arm’s reach of the man whoo’s going to be my future husband. I’m pretty sure my heart just jumped a little bit, and I’m amazed at my discovery. I do love him so, and I’ve wanted to meet him for a long time now. My head is pounding and I just now woke up at 12:12 in the afternoon. I hate hate hate waking up late. I had an insane, uncomfortable dream. I can’t tell for sure, but I think I was crying in my sleep. The dream involved Julia, Teen Choice Awards, my cousin, failed photography attempts, street thugs, and Taylor Lautner. It was all incredibly disturbing and I’m still upset. I’m wondering if it all may have something to do with the champagne I had before bed last night. My dream prompted me to look for the pictures from Teen Choice Awards with my mom back in August, and that’s how I found Jensen Ackles. I have worn almost nothing but jeans for the past couple winter months now, and I just now saw my legs and I’ve never seen a paler person. They’re positively ghostly.
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The Drake Equation is an equation to calculate the potential number of extraterrestrial civilizations in our galaxy, the Milky Way. It is used in the fields of exobiology and the search for extraterrestrial intelligence (SETI).
N = the number of civilizations in our galaxy with which communication might be possible;
R* = the average rate of star formation per year in our galaxy fp = the fraction of those stars that have planets ne = the average number of planets that can potentially support life per star that has planets fℓ = the fraction of the above that actually go on to develop life at some point fi = the fraction of the above that actually go on to develop intelligent life fc = the fraction of civilizations that develop a technology that releases detectable signs of their existence into space L = the length of time such civilizations release detectable signals into space.
I got a constellation globe & a telescope for Christmas. It also came with a 3D space theater that projects pictures of the galaxy onto your ceiling. A dream come true. Now I have the stars outside my window and inside my room. They cover the walls, and I can see every constellation. And the telescope; I can take pictures of the space with Watson. I’m going to be an astronaut someday. Astronaut / ACTRESS / racecar driver / storm chaser / artist / dancer / chef.
Merry Christmas! Well, for another 37 minutes at least. We ended up going to see Sherlock Holmes. Amazing, amazing, amazing. I’m inspired. Holmes is so witty and smart. Robert Downey Jr. is a god, and Jude Law can rock a moustache. Yes, that is the correct spelling of the word. I wish I lived in old-time London. I would thoroughly enjoy a Sherlock Holmes book right about now. I think we should all talk in British accents and wear dashing clothes.
I know every sound this house makes, and the sound I just heard was not the house. It’s 3:04 AM. Technically, that means it’s Christmas Eve. Why am I still awake? I want to get off of this computer, but I’m too restless to be able to fall asleep. Maybe I’ll just be so tired later tonight that I won’t even have to worry about being too excited to sleep. I really should be doing something productive, but I’m a lazy kid. Maybe I’ll make a postsecret. I leave the state in two days. I’m kind of scared to go back to Vermont. I don’t want more anxiety attacks, and that big, dark house scares me at night. Sometimes I feel lonely, even when there’s a lot of people around. Yet another problem of mine. If I don’t get service up there, I don’t know whatI’m going to do. I love airports, but I’m not looking forward to the trip. Yet, somehow, if we were to not go, I’d be disappointed. I can’t make up my mind, I never can make up my mind. I don’t see sleep anytime for me in the future, but I suppose I’ll try. If I don’t wake up until twelve in the afternoon again, my sleeping schedule will be positively disastrous. My hands and feet are frozen, even under three layers of blankets. I miss Hawaii.