Everyone Else Is Doing It, or, The Que Sera Sera 2002 List:

Hottest movie I’ve seen this year: Secretary

Sweetest movie I’ve seen this year: Secretary

Worst movie I’ve seen this year (and last night I saw the live action Scooby Doo): My Big Fat Greek Wedding

Best movie I’ve seen this year: I can’t decide, so I’m just going to go with Winning London. But it would probably be either Donnie Darko or The Royal Tenenbaums.

Best book I read this year: I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I have no idea.

Best book that was read to me this year: The Thief of Always

Best CDs I bought this year: Wilco, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot; Mason Jennings, Century Spring; Bishop Allen, Charm School

Bands I had no idea how much I’d love until Jason Royal put them on a mix tape : Pulp, Belle and Sebastian, Arab Strap

Song that never failed to make me tear up, all year long: “You Belong to Me,” as performed by Steve Martin and Bernadette Peters in The Jerk

Best offer I’ve received this year

Worst month this year: August

Best month this year: October

Second best month this year: November

Best pseudo-twincest sandwich I wouldn’t have minded being in the middle of this year: Three-way tie: Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, Jack and Meg White, Jake and Maggie Gyllenhaal

Best kiss I’ve received this year: This may be a bit premature, as there are still several hours left in the year.

I managed to keep all of the resolutions I made this year: I have not robbed any banks, dated any guys who drove Camaros, or started smoking. I think my resolutions this year will be to only date men who own more than one pair of shoes, and for my friends to start having babies so I can smell their sweet little heads. The babies’ heads, not my friends’. Although Emily does have a really small head, and I’m sure it smells very nice.

I think I matured a little this year. In my older age, I’ve noticed that I have a much higher tolerance for cats, rap, and groups of women. I still have zero tolerance for diet soda and people who cannot get over the fact that they were gifted children.

In 2003, I’ll work on not getting my heart broken, and washing my hair every day, even if it’s just Sunday and I slept til 1 and no one’s going to see me. If that’s not progress, I don’t know what is.

Happy New Year, all. See you in ought-three.