So, about that New Year

So yeah...the entire New Year's bubble was beyond fun. Circle of Death marathons, awfully played tipsy Mario Kart 64, and not going to sleep before 5 a.m.; I had forgotten the subtle nuances of all the things collegiates take for granted. Dance parties are the greatest. It was effing freezing but we got through it, though most of us tripped at least once on the way. I didn't see everybody I wanted to because some people had more important things to do. (Yes, I am trying to guilt you both) But hey, that's the downside to being popular, or emo. I have to say '07 was my favorite year, hands down. Maybe it was turning 21, maybe it was Mexico for spring break, maybe it was graduation, maybe it was getting into Parsons. This sounds like bragging so I'll stop. It was a culmination of all those things, plus all the crazy fast days and nights pieced together with cameras, wall posts, and drunken ims. That's why I actually hate New Year's as a concept. It makes me sad to leave my life behind every 365 days (most of the time). So I'm usually miserable 'til about the 10th, when I finally concede defeat and start changing the last digit of the year, and bust my new Hello Kitty calendar out of the shrink wrap. But not this year, heavens no. I don't know how, I didn't know this was possible, but I'm actually friends with people on the same level of dork as myself, and we all had the same idea at the same time. And it came to fruition in the form of December 32nd. Enough said. If I told you more, I'd have to shoot you.
On another note, I'm not trying to blame anybody, I'm not pointing fingers (mainly because it would be like 20+ fingers and make me look REALLY bad), but I got sick from somebody. That's all I'm saying. So yeah. It's just like mucus/swollen glands/one functioning nostril/ possible mono, so don't sweat it. It's totally my fault, but this is typically why I stay away from people in the winter as a concept. Now I'm gonna be sick for the whole season. Blah.