A Reluctant New Year’s

I guess I just don’t see the whole big freaking deal about New Year’s. Just an excuse for some people to party and get drunk, and an excuse for me to have two cokes and a brownie. I’ll admit tonight was pretty fun, even though my brother is annoying and I dislike spending so many consecutive hours within ten inches from him. In retrospect, I should have gone to Alex’s party, seeing as I was the only individual in Terry’s basement who saw any reason not to play five straight hours of Nintendo. Anyways.

Resolution time, as though it makes a difference one way or another.

Alright, I resolve to practice drawing and painting, do a heavy song on DDR, pass chemistry and math, stop biting my nails, be nicer to my brother, be nicer to everyone, be less sarcastic, and do my homework all the time.

Actually I do have one resolution that has at least some substance to it. Presently there are three people that I know who I wish would just shut up for good. But I resolve to not internally tear them to pieces whenever they’re around me. I feel like it’s a bad habit and I’ve got to realize how immensely annoying I am sometimes. So there you have it. Three people I will (try to) no longer hate with a thriving passion.

Arg. I’m in a bad mood. I don’t know why. I’m going to bed.