He's With Me on the Mountain...

From the first time a friend of mine floated the idea of going skiing, four things were at once concrete in my mind:

1. I knew not a single thing about skiing.

2. It was a monetary commitment that I would barely be able to handle.

3. It would be a chance to spend concentrated time with people my own age.

4. I absolutely had to go.

2012, In Which Danul Will Get His Sh!t Together

Ever since the dawn of this new millennium (is it even new anymore?), each time January rolls around, I have such a hard time wrapping my head around the new year. I can't exactly put my finger on what irks me, but something about saying "two-thousand-twelve" out loud has me thinking I should be wearing a shiny one-piece spacesuit with colored trim a la Zenon: Girl of the Twenty-First Century.

Seriously, does anyone else have this issue? No, just me? Story of my life.