Cymbal Rush

[So, in case you've not picked it up, my titles are, for the most part, song titles. I've decided to include a quote from the song I picked, as a sort of pun in the paragraph, to sort of relate the song to what I'm writing about]

So, apparently the end of the year is a time to look back on what's happened in the past year. [...it's all boiling over...] I think I'll do it now. I probably wont feel like it any other time before new years. Maybe.

I suppose I should start personally. Well. What can I say? January consisted of being lazy around the house and trying to well up old memories. My birthday passed without significance. For the most part, the spring flew. I don't remember much of it, and I don't think I want to, either. I started this blog thing sometime in the spring. Back when I had a ton of time on my hands because I was lazy and my study/sleeping habits were worse than they are even now. I don't think I had nearly the social life I do now. Yet, I look back on things, and I don't remember being really too unhappy. Perhaps I've grown wiser for it.
The summer came next. The job hunt was excruciating, fustrating, and made me feel useless. The whole summer, actually, welled up a lot of anti-corporate angst. I remember wanting to punch the district manager in the face whenever I saw him. He wasn't a bad guy, but I think the whole experience, you know, the cutting of hours to keep the bottom line, without considering the repercussions for the employees, pushed me to develop a hatred of caring so much about the bottom line. Made me commit to always care about my employees, if I am ever a boss... I think the fall is too complex and recent to compile. I don't understand everything about it yet, but maybe I'll get back to it before the new year.

In the world: How do you think 2007 was? No different than 2006. More war. More death. More shootings. More fustration. A worse economy. You know, the continual belt conveying us off the edge of the cliff no one can see. I'd like to spend more time on this, but really, why waste my breath? If you want to discover what 2007 was about, take a while before bed, and force yourself to remember everything that you remember occurring. I garentee most of it will be bad, at least if you think on the world level.

I should stop writing like I'm damn depressed.