God fucking damnit...
I thought New Years was a happy time. Then why am I feeling all wrapped up in memories and sad and like, broken hearted?
I suppose it's because I didn't stay at home on new years like I usually do. I went out bowling with Fuller( The blob who ate -everything-/The prophet of Gluttony from Halo), Mini-Fuller (Who can't break dance), Christine (The canadian), Alicia (The mini-canadian), Tyler (mini-Brent) and Brent (the dim). I mean, we had fun and all. Some good laughs. We found that both Christine and I suck at bowling like no other, that Fuller tends to ruin perfectly good moments (and can also break Christine's 'relate-o-meter'), that flinching contests tend to be fun, that champagne (or 'sparkling wine', as it were, since it was not grown in the champagne district of France) smells bad but tastes pretty good, and that there are trashcans called 'Brute' trashcans, which led to another Halo 2 joke- killing Brutes is now 'taking out the trash'. We found that Brent hates pictures, feels pretty when holding my purse and wearing a cheap new-year's tiara, that bowling setup machines are evil, that Mommy-Brent can be awesome and help me tease Brent, that almost all of the children there have extraordinarily filthy minds , and various other things.
But now it's over. Poof! Like that. Just like 2004, 2003, etc., etc., forever and ever, amen. Like, one strike of the clock and we're automatically on a new cycle. It's crazy. And it's hard to believe that two years from now, on that same day, me and most of my friends will have half a school year left before we all go our seperate ways. Hell, I dunno. It's just hard, you know? Ah well.
I suppose it's because I didn't stay at home on new years like I usually do. I went out bowling with Fuller( The blob who ate -everything-/The prophet of Gluttony from Halo), Mini-Fuller (Who can't break dance), Christine (The canadian), Alicia (The mini-canadian), Tyler (mini-Brent) and Brent (the dim). I mean, we had fun and all. Some good laughs. We found that both Christine and I suck at bowling like no other, that Fuller tends to ruin perfectly good moments (and can also break Christine's 'relate-o-meter'), that flinching contests tend to be fun, that champagne (or 'sparkling wine', as it were, since it was not grown in the champagne district of France) smells bad but tastes pretty good, and that there are trashcans called 'Brute' trashcans, which led to another Halo 2 joke- killing Brutes is now 'taking out the trash'. We found that Brent hates pictures, feels pretty when holding my purse and wearing a cheap new-year's tiara, that bowling setup machines are evil, that Mommy-Brent can be awesome and help me tease Brent, that almost all of the children there have extraordinarily filthy minds , and various other things.
But now it's over. Poof! Like that. Just like 2004, 2003, etc., etc., forever and ever, amen. Like, one strike of the clock and we're automatically on a new cycle. It's crazy. And it's hard to believe that two years from now, on that same day, me and most of my friends will have half a school year left before we all go our seperate ways. Hell, I dunno. It's just hard, you know? Ah well.
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I personally tend to find myself concentrating on where I am not at such occasions and, as tends to go with that thought, who I am not with. . .
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