Monday, December 23, 2013

Coming Soon: New Year's Eve

It's Christmas Eve Eve, which means 8 days until New Year's Eve! Yay! If there is one thing I love to do, it's party. I love being around people, the music, the dancing, the girl puking in the snow (last year was my sister). Ahhh. New Year's Eve! Unfortunately, New Year's Eve can be even more of a reality check then your birthday. It's the time that you realize your age is catching up with you. Maybe you don't necessarily feel old or even look old, but being surrounded by pretty, skinny, young girls and baby-faced, it's starting to get creepy looking at them, young men can really bust your bubble. I mean am I getting to old to be doing this?

For example, this is what I posted on Facebook:

 What is everyone doing for New Year's Eve? Yes, including you. I just want to know, so I can stalk people. I'll either be at da club (aka my garage, dancing by myself bc my mom doesn't let me have friends over) or Photoshopping my face into cool parties or I might pick one person who comments out randomly and follow them around all night taking creepy pictures. So hard to decide! Erg!

What do I get in response? Working, sitting at home, sleeping, blah blah blah...I mean that's fine for them but I'm only 27 25. I want to go out, have a good time, ring in the New Year with some crazy, drunk dancing to "Timber" by Pitbull ft. Ke$ha. Preferably somewhere out of town so no one knows me and I can wear crazy eyeshadow. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR?! Last year I went out with my sister and her friends in the "big city". It was amazing and we danced and saw A LOT of interesting things. Some of them are still permanently scarred into my brain. It was awesome! And now I'm going through NYE withdrawals and I am really hoping we have another rocking NYE. If not, well then I give up on being young and I'm going to wear even more cardigans than I wear right now. WHICH IS A LOT.

Well hopefully I'll have at least one super rad picture to share of New Year's Eve.


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