Sunday, January 1, 2006

A Whole Lot of Blah
Aside from Independence Day, New Year's is my least favorite holiday. Ever. We usually end up just sitting around at home, no parties or guests or special food or ANYTHING, because everyone else has plans or we're sick or stressed or something. And somehow, watching the ball drop in Times Square, counting down the seconds to a "new year", just isn't exciting for me. I'm one of those people whose aware of the fact that if you're going to celebrate New Year's, you might as well be celebrating every moment of every day. Because time is always moving forward. It's not as though we're stuck, frozen, until midnight on December 31st and then we jump forward a year. Every moment it's a year since some other moment 365 days ago. This particular moment just happens to be a year from the last time we celebrated. Which doesn't really make much sense at all. So New Year's, in my eyes, is just an excuse to get drunk and make a lot of noise, and I don't like alcohol and can't consume enough to start enjoying it, so all that's left is making noise. And I can do that any old time. I do, in fact. Often.

That, and this New Year's was rather depressing. We crossed another dog off of our possible adoptions list because he had something against poor Czar. The family's been arguing all evening. My mom was entertaining herself by watching Batman Begins, five minutes into which I left the room, thoroughly bored. I ended up yelling at my dad over something stupid just after midnight, and then he went off into his office and doesn't seem to want to have anything to do with me. Now my mom is cleaning and that makes her grumpy. I wanted to have Lisa over, but she had plans. I called James three times and he didn't pick up, even after suggesting a few days ago that we get together over the weekend (he got a DVD burner and I have some anime on VHS I'd like to convert over, and he's been at college for ages by now). I doubt there's anything on TV but junk and marathons of the most annoying shows the stations can dredge up.
So I spent New Year's playing Sims2 and getting my third self-insertion character pissed off at the Sim represnting Nick, since she was already engaged to Ed anyway and I felt rather malicious. Then Nick kicked over my trashcan and I had to spend two hours Sim time cleaning up and spraying roaches while Ed was at his nighttime job. I can't turn on the testing cheats anymore without getting error messages, which is very annoying. Oh, and my pajamas smell like fish oil for no reason.
But at least watching Weiss Kreuz outtakes was fun.
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