Journal entry N°25- Mikey's journal:

New Year resolutions.

New Year's Eve is often seen as a time of rebirth, the chance to start anew.

We all come up with the regular resolutions for the upcoming year (losing weight, seeing family more often and/or falling in love). But as days pass by, it becomes really hard for people to keep those resolutions alive. Whether it's because of their lifestyle, they simply "forgot" or they just don't care anymore and push them back to the list until another year dies.

Personally, I envy those few ones that at least try to make one of their resolutions a reality and to those who don't- it's ok! Don't feel bad, dudes! I know it's hard to keep your self-made promises.

I remember this one particular New Year's Eve, I think it was about 2 or 3 years ago? Anyway I was determined to change, to become a better turtle, you know?

I remember I wrote a big ol' list with all the things I had to change:

Eat healthy.

Help with the house chores without whining... too much.

Cut down the hours I spent on playing videogames.

Prank my bros only three times every two weeks, especially Raphie.

Practice my katas and my meditation without cracking a joke because Splinter gets mad and that means a good hit on the head… which reminds me…

Avoid earning hits on the head from Sensei and my bros. Again, especially from Raphie.

I was like: "Heck yeah! Do you dudes see that new year? That brand new year that's coming? That year is gonna be The Mikester's year, baby! New Year, new Michelangelo!"

Or so I thought.

You see, the next morning I woke up early, made my bed, took a shower and went down for breakfast and what's the first thing my beautiful eyes see as I leave my room?

Darkness.

Everyone was sleeping, even Splinter!

It was then that I remembered he gave us the day off because of last night's party and he guessed we'd be either too tired or too hung over to train the next morning. I honestly wanted to punch myself in the gut for not remembering that sooner, I could have overslept and it would have been alright!

But whatever, I was already up and there was no way I was gonna get my precious sleep back again after taking a shower. Bummer.

Since I wasn't gonna go back to bed anytime soon, I went to the kitchen and… I didn't like what I saw there.

Piles of dishes in the sink, unfinished food all over the table and on the floor! What the hell? I didn't remember bringing pigs over to dinner. That mess had Casey's name all over it.

Yep.

I was gonna get him back when I saw him again; let's see how he likes his kitchen turned into a pig sty!

Crap, how was I gonna clean up that mess all by myself?

And that was just the kitchen; don't get me started on the living room, the bathroom, the pool and I think even Donnie's lab didn't escape the ruckus but I'm not gonna get in there. Nuh uh! Too creepy, dude!

Sigh.

Stupid Casey, stupid Raph and their stupid food war. Stupid Leo, stupid Donnie. Didn't do a thing to stop them and they're supposed to be the mature ones!

Aaaah, I hate doing the dishes! They're all yucky and sticky and there's bits of food and- UGH! WAS THAT TURKEY SKIN?! BLEGH!

Once that torture was over, I was ready to have a decent, healthy breakfast.

Psyche!

Did you really think I was gonna find something healthy in a fridge full of greasy leftovers? Decent and healthy, my shell!

Ok… so far, three of my resolutions had gone to hell. Nice.

However, that was just the first day of the year. It's not like everything was supposed to be perfect from the beginning! I still had the rest of the year ahead, so why was I stressing out so badly?

Oh wait, I know why: I kinda lack a bit of perseverance when it comes to boring stuff. Yeah, perseverance and I just go together when it comes to gaming time, drawing and kicking my bros' shells during training. Sad, yes… but true.

Speaking of videogames, that resolution didn't work either.

I just couldn't stay away from my babies for too long without having a breakdown and trust me: you DON'T want a bored Michelangelo around you. Heck, it hadn't been more than three hours and my bros were shoving the controllers in my hands and gluing my shell on the couch with a huge stack of pizzas.

And what the hell was I thinking when I wrote I should cut down the pranks? Raphie's almost literally got a target painted on his shell- I mean, who wouldn't prank a face like that?

That being said you can probably tell what I did in my spare time that day which lead to another one of my resolutions being shattered. I got four great big hits in the head and a pummeling from Raphie.

Oh but that's not all!

After playing Halo for 8 consecutive hours, I failed to arrive on time to training session. Guess who was waiting for me at the dojo with a new stick on his hand.

Yep. Master Splinter.

…Sigh…

I think next year I'll try to write a shorter list of resolutions, a more realistic one. If you have a problem with keeping those New Year promises, you can take my advice if you want.

You'll thank me later.

End of Journal entry N°25

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Weeee, first update of the year. *throws confetti unwillingly*

What, you want a cheerful Whoey?

Pfff. Tough.

Oh and still no Nick turtles here, go look somewhere else. *kisses and hugs MNT 2K3/2K7 turtles*