Ghosts of New Year's Past (updated)

In my attempt to be all "WHOO IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE LET'S GET CRUNK UP IN HERE! WHOO! WHOO! HEY YA'LL IT'S ANOTHER NEW YEAR! WHOO!" (lmao at myself) I would like to mention how I've spent the last half dozen New Year's Eves.

31 Dec 2003: Lived in the 'plex and had a party with all the roomies. Our friend's band played downstairs and all the drinking was to be maintained upstairs. (FYI- I was 18) I got wasted, my ex-boyfriend showed up. I told him to fuck off and then proceeded to get even more drunk and make-out with one of my roommate's friends. The TV got unplugged in the middle of the countdown so we just guessed and yelled Happy New Year. OH! AND my friend/neighbor across the street stopped by and scared the guy who answered the door. I believe the scene played out like this:

Roomie: "I swear, whoever the fuck is knocking on this fucking door is gonna..."

Friend/Neighbor standing behind door. ( I better add that he is a very large Hispanic man... very large. )

Roomie: "Hello Sir."

Me (drunk and sitting on the floor): *laughing hysterically* "Hi 'friend/neighbor'"

Then we started the infamous prank war.

31 Dec 2004: Dyed my hair black. Got convinced into going to a party at a friend's house. Proceeded to say hi to the same people 3 or 4 times before they realized who I was. Drove my friend to the gas station because she was wasted and wanted milk and tortilla chips. Tried to have a 'theme song' at midnight but we all go so excited that we made the cd skip 3 times. Gave up and just yelled Happy New Year. Got kissed on the cheek by a friend, who I ended up sorta smooching on later. Went home at like 3 am.

31 Dec 2005: Was with "The ex" (aka - Fuckhead). Went out to dinner with him and one of my friends. His roommate was home so the 4 of us drank 2 bottles of champagne and then passed out around 2.

31 Dec 2006: For some reason I can't remember this one. This would be the first year that I was legal to go out and drink but I don't think I did that. Must not have been very exciting. Moving on.

**UPDATE: I literally had to ask a friend what happened that night and now I remember. I got in a fight with Fuckhead because he didn't want to go out by my friends for a party. So me and my old roomie went to the party without Fuckhead for a little while. I had maybe 1 drink and then we left. We watched some fireworks at my neighbors house around midnight and that was about it.**

31 Dec 2007: Made plans to go out with my roomie at the time and her family. Tried to talk my current boyfriend, DS to go out with us but he didn't want to intrude. Drank at the bar and listened to a band that we liked. Ran into my sister's band director from summer marching band (he's my age LOL). Hugged him, the roomie and the fam at midnight, got a text/voicemail from DS (no service in the bar). Called DS at 12:02 to say Happy New Year. Went home at bar close.

31 Dec 2008: DS and I didn't really want to go out and get wasted so we went and saw Benjamin Button and then went home and watched the countdown on TV. Quiet, but good.

This year, DS and I are planning to go grab some dinner and then maybe have a few drinks. Nothing huge. But it should be good. :-)

xoxo
Classy Bitch

So please, don't text while you drive...

I should be spoiled, but I'm not. My dad's side is Jewish and my mom was raised Catholic and now they're both... uh, neither one of those. So yeah, I celebrate my Jew power in my own special ways. And with CB's help of course. I haven't posted in over a month because the end of my semester was crazy busy, so here are my top 3 (maybe 4, or 5) things I'd like to talk about:

One. I'm not going to post anything about the person I said I was going to. I think I'm continuing to get over it and honestly, it's not worth building it up again. Maybe one day, but I don't need to acknowledge what a horrible person he is inside and out, when most people who know me already know that, and those that don't, don't need to. So, just trust me (CB can vouch on this), and this Christmas, give some money to some disease curing charity, and maybe one of them will find a cure for him.

Two. What the FUCKING HELL is the point of a doorbell? I mean, do they not look familiar to people nowadays? Do they not know how to use them? What they do? I mean, mine even glows for fuck's sake. 3 times in the last week people have come to my door and first they ring the bell. Then ring again. Then they knock! That's going to get my attention better?? Then the idiots who came by today knocked and knocked and knocked. Like, you break my window you die asshole. And they always try to open the screendoor, to what? Knock on my other door. REALLY? Holy fucking donkey balls Batman. I don't know if you get what I'm saying here but I wanted to open the door and scream FUCK OFF really loud. Or just yell thru the walls that I wasn't going to open the door anyways but am REALLY not going to now because you're STUPID. *nod* I rarely open my front door for anyone, but jesus christ if you've been standing there for 10 minutes and I am home and haven't opened, I don't want to open it for you! And if you've been standing there for 10 minutes and I'm not home, then you're dumb and I hope you slip down my stairs.

Three. On a positive note, my neighbor came over with his snowblower and finished my driveway and sidewalk for me, thank god. I was so not looking forward to shoveling. I got about 1/4 of it done and I got slower and slower. I just did it all 2 days ago. I do like snow, tho, unlike CB. But I think there should be heaters underneath streets, walkways, driveways, etc. So it can Charlie Brown snow all it wants and stay on the grass all pretty, but melt where it needs to. Oh it would totally work.

Ok so maybe there was just 3 things.

Happy Chrismakkah!!

...and no I'm not trying to be politically correct. I'm "spoiled". Since my father's side of my family is Catholic and my mother's side of my family is Jewish.... I get both damn it. And by the way, when you're a kid, it seems all awesome and great cuz HOLY SHIT you get 8 days of presents AND you get Christmas. Holy awesome-ness of a shit ton of gifts right!? Yeah, well when you get old... it's really not about the presents. (But shit, they're still fun!) That's when all that shit just gets confusing. I mean really, how do you raise a kid to have to different religions? Talk about a walking contradiction!

Anywhore, in daily news, here's what's going on.

I get to take my last final for this semester on Tuesday. Then, my friend Yupper and I are going to go get a drink (or 2, or 3) to celebrate the semester being over. I'm thinking Long Islands, woo! Then on Thursday DS and I are driving back to Less Far Away for Christmas. And I think that last night I volunteered us to make dinner. Which is fine, because dinner was looking a little dull and we weren't feeling it so I casually mentioned we could make something to go with it and somehow I managed to decide that we'd just make the whole damn thing. Whoops! But DS likes to cook and I like to cook and my sister wants to help cook so it really shouldn't be that bad to be honest.

Oh! And I got new boots! I have needed real winter boots for the last 2 winters. I have these plaid galoshes that keep the water and the snow off but I'll tell you, they aren't warm AT ALL! I live in the Midwest ya'll... it gets fucking COLD!! And the snow! I HATE snow. So basically I was doubling up on socks to make up for the lack of warmth. So this year I decided that since DS bought me a super duper cute new coat that I was definitely getting real boots. The ones I wanted were..well, not cheap.. but yesterday we went to the mall (yes, we are crazy sons-a-bitches) and I saw the boots I wanted for way not expensive! Plus! They were actually taller than the original ones. CB is happy!! And... ok.... so I hate the trend of tucking pants into boots. Mostly because I CANNOT pull it off. I can't make it look cute. Sucks! But, I can tuck my pants into these (cuz who besides me hates having wet jeans!) and I don't look like a moron. Super Plus!

And then... last night, DS and I were discussing my new boots at Best Buy (yes...I was THAT excited about boots!) and talking about how you can't really walk heel-toe when it's all snowy out because it's slippery and that's how you fall on your ass, you have to kinda 'march' so that you maintain some fucking traction... whatever. And THEN! Oh em gee.... couldn't have been more perfect timing. The dude walking directly in front of us took one heel-toe step off the rug onto the tile in Best Buy and he BUSTED HIS SHIT! Now, this makes me a terrible, bad person because no, I did not stop to make sure he was ok, 2 Best Buy employees were right there and they jumped to his aid and really... what the hell was I going to do. Plus (not that it makes it better) he was an able-bodied man. If it was an old guy, I would have stopped and made sure he didn't break a hip or something. So DS looks at me and he goes "See.... weren't we JUST talking about that. Wasn't he listening?" Which made me laugh. Because he was right. And to be honest, it's always funny when someone falls. I laugh when I fall all the time.

And now today, I'm going to take DS's presents out of hiding and wrap them along with all the other presents I haven't wrapped yet. And I need stamps. How exciting. Ah, well.

~Classy Bitch