Personally, I hate New Year’s Eve. I have had a history of seriously unfortunate New Year’s Eves, involving everything from getting beat up, making out with someone who (in a less than sober state) I thought was a cute high school classmate only found out a few hours later that it was actually his younger brother, and accidentally hooking up with my best friend’s ex-boy friend (yes, all is fair in love and war, but usually you should leave a grace period of more than 3 hours after break up before you do that to someone).
So how did I ring in 2007? Surprisingly well actually…plenty of booze, my boyfriend, good friends, no drama. It looked like my luck was finally turning up and I had bright hopes for 2007…2007 was going to be my year.
False. I’m newly single, five pounds heavier and pennies away from absolutely broke. So far 2007 blows. Not to mention that it’s becoming more and more difficult to dodge the “so what are you doing after graduation” question. I pine for the good old, care free days of 2006.
However, I still remain optimistic and although I haven’t totally started pursuing these resolutions, I have created some.
Number 1: Get back to my hot gazelle-like body before spring break (which, I hate to break it to everyone, is less than 50 days away).
Number 2: Get enough money to actually go on spring break. Please don’t mind me when I’m rummaging through your trash for cans.
Number 3: Graduate. This is not a joke I really want to graduate on time.
Number 4: Get all the things you’re “not supposed to do as an adult” out of my system in the next four months. This includes, but is not limited to: spending an entire day creating an obstacle course that revolves around beer, staying out all night and then watching movies all day at the Albino Frog while snacking on Cheez-Its, relentlessly pleading with Brian Clarke to go on a date with me.
Additionally I’d like to spend several hours trying to break several different world records with my friends, including most people fit into one Toyota Matrix ever, going pub golfing and then having Kaylan Talty pretend to be a spokesperson for drunks.com and take pictures with 100 random people in Archie Moore’s, and many more. I think that should pretty much carry me over …at least until March; wish me luck.
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