One More Night

A handful of friends visited me and James in Abingdon last night to celebrate the new year, and it was a great time. I'm very excited to keep the celebration going tonight at Andrew Lee's with many wonderful people. But before I dive into the last night of 2010, I figured I'd reflect on the past year. My intention was actually to reflect on the past year and discuss how much things have changed with graduation and moving and all... but as you'll see, I ended up writing about something else instead. In looking back at 2010, the first conclusion that came to mind was as follows: from screaming libra parties to graduation parties, Bonzfests to EZXs, and finishing beer towers to beating the clock, I've sure partied a lot this year.

I've "raged" at college, concerts, bars, the beach, Atlantic City, Alan's wedding, Montreal, etc. I've made a drunken fool of myself on more occasions then I can remember, with mixed results (for example, I was rewarded with a free shot at Irelands for doing the "midnight train" around the bar, while I was warned to calm down at Webster Hall or I'd get kicked out for being too rowdy). And let's not forget my favorite part of 2010 - the epic spring break cruise to the Bahamas.

When you think about it, 2010 was just one giant party (but also, not really).

Timeless

Exactly one year ago today, I experienced a wonderful night of camaraderie and drunken mischief that I'll never forget.

Basically, I got together with a whole bunch of my friends on a snowy evening for a ham dinner, which involved stuffing our faces, drinking some wine, and ultimately having a huge sing-along to "Build Me Up Buttercup." A few of us then proceeded to get drunk in another suite, and I specifically recall somehow turning rock-paper-scizzors into a drinking game and gathering around a laptop to drunkely sing Disney songs. We danced a lot and partied hard. As the night went on and our party grew, our neighbors (who quickly became our new best friends after that evening) ran across the snowy quad to challenge us to a "sleep-over off," meaning that each of our respective parties would form a team to participate in various drinking games, in a contest to see which team could stay awake the longest without passing out. We played beer pong, flip cup, and civil war against the opposing team... but we lost at everything. So we then decided to poison the other team by slipping NyQuil into their whiskey.

Hands down, it was my favorite night of college.

Pobody's Nerfect

Let's talk about negativity for a moment, yeah?

When I used to think of the word "hate," a certain ex-roommate would come to mind. We quickly became friends in just one semester and, by the time the next semester rolled around, we became enemies even quicker. Everything became drama and I really couldn't stand getting personally attacked behind my back so frequently. About a year after the fallout, every attempt to extend the olive branch would immediately turn to shit. Over the last few weeks, however, I've been getting random text messages from this person out of the blue and, well... I guess it got me to thinking how we as humans tend to let our negative emotions get the best of us. I'm not saying I'm friends with this person again; I suppose what I'm saying is that I'm no longer enemies with this person. Some might believe I forgive too easily, but why hold on to an attitude that's so deeply rooted in pessimism?

I can also recall a certain "she who mustn't be named" who many of my friends have a strong distaste for, although, if anything, I'd now consider myself apathetic.

Maybe it's in my nature to rid the past of any negative connotations? As far as former cynicism in my life goes, I really just want a blank slate. A tabula rasa.

Looking For Shelter

I moved into my new house today, and decided to write a haiku to celebrate this joyous occasion:

Cinnamon Tree Drive

Who painted my bedroom pink?

Visit me, you cunts.