January 1st, 2010

New Years

It’s a new year, and a new semester for those among us that are still unfortunately in school. Be it primary, secondary, tertiary, literally whatever. Sky’s the limit. There’s full grown 80 year old men at this university! Now, I’m not hankering to shame people that just wanna get their degree. But come on. You have a 401k. Eh. I honestly thought I would have more to say about today, but it just kind of feels like every day before and since except it’s actually socially acceptable to stay up til midnight. I did celebrate with Carly and Sandra, though. And Sandra’s friends. We’re synced up to New York’s time, so we got to tune into the actual literal ball dropping.

We partied for a hell of a while in Sandra’s swanky upperclassman dorm. I say we. What do I mean, we? It was fun, don’t get me wrong. I felt included in the first hour. Well. I did kind of get shafted after the hour-and-thirty-minute mark and fell into the trap socially anxious kids do. I stood in the corner, eyeing my drink that may or may not be spiked. You can never trust a huge punch bowl at a college sorority party. However, I trust too easily. I have vague memories of making a mad dash for said punch bowl and re-enacting that one Banzai Bill you see at the start of Super Mario World.

Carly had to scoop me up by my armpits and quite literally drag me out of the dorm. I think everybody was toeing the divide between laughing and angry shouting. I was drooling too hard and laughing too hard at my own Monty Python-ass physical joke, probably spittling all over the floor and my “Keep Calm and Call The Doctor” Doctor Who shirt I got as a white elephant gift last year. It being soaked is due to either sweat or the aforementioned spittle. It gets a hell of a lot hazier around that part, but I remember Carly sitting outside with me on a really, really cold steel bench. I tell her something like “my ass is really, really cold, girl”. She tells me “jesus, how much did you have to drink?” She then leans over to me and whispers something in my ear that I can’t remember for the life of me.

I’m hungover and might have a concussion.