Okay, so I'm really not that much of a pessimist as I am a sarcastic lush. Not lush as in drunk, I'm just sarcastic. And dry. Humor. And it's cold so the skin's a little dry. Do you have any idea how much later I get to work just from moisturizing? Woe is me.
But my life is a little boring. So much so that I result in exposing my phobias and the fact that I have crazy anxiety attacks in blogland for all to see. But honestly, I probably would tell you anyway, so who am I kidding? I was explaining my medicated adventures of yesterday to Amelia and she was all "why were you having an anxiety attack, you were going to bed, what's to be stressed about?" That's just it. I, Sarah, do not get stressed over normal things. Those who know me best can attest to the fact that I am too mellow for my own good sometimes. I do, however, get anxiety for. no. reason. whatsoever. Okay, sometimes social anxiety (this should explain why I DIDNT TALK in social situations in my formative years). And statues and mannequins and those santa's that start talking to you when you walk by do a number on me. Mean santas. But knowing what my deal is is much better than not, then I can deal with it, you know?
But I digress. My original point WAS going to be that I have nothing to do for New Years. Not that I usually do, party animal that I am. I told Dad that I was going to go bar hopping, he made some comment regarding jumping and bars of soap. 1) my family is way too punny. 2) thanks for taking me seriously. I may not love the night life, but I do love to boogy, so where does that leave me? I'll tell you. It leaves me getting my groove on to Amelia's new Black Eyed Peas cd last night in our living room. (so not me, but I think I'm in love with their music. My booty starts moving completely involuntarily.) So I was saying, I need something to do! Help! My social life has dwindled to me waving to the guy that was my home teacher and friend but now is getting married so he's gone but we were waiting at the same red light this morning and rolled down our windows and talked about how we were both running late. Exhilarating.
ps...in all honesty, I couldn't care less if all I do is rent a truckload of movies and hunkerdown with popcorn and a large variety of leftover Christmas candy until the new year, but I'm supposed to want to do something more exciting. Shh, don't tell.
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come to my house on New Year's Eve!
I'll be there! Maybe. I'm kinda wary of traveling since my adventure coming back on Monday. Bad weather. Slid off the road, had to be towed.
But I would love love love to come!
Come to the city with me!!! There's still time! Get a ticket! Last minute deals, Travelocity! Or if that's way out of the question, which it probably is at this point, but then again, you can afford a ticket since you're a rich social worker, I suggest crashing a party up in the U of U area. Like a frat house. Be sure and drink lots of Martinellis before you do. That should loosen you up. Then again, knowing you (you the you back in the day) and knowing me, that's lame. Shoot Sarita, I dunno. Just hunkerdown and peacefully ring in the new year with movies and p corn. Bang a pot with a wooden spoon a few times around midnight.
why the heck is new years such a big deal anyway? It's like prom night, year after year. You feel like you HAVE to be social and "fun", and if you don't attend some social function there's something fundamentally wrong with you.
PROTEST!
WATCH YOUR MOVIE!
EAT YOUR POPCORN PROUDLY!
AND KNOW THAT I AM DOING THE SAME!!
i did the whole stay home thing and you never came over Sarita!...hope you had a good night. nothing exciting around here...i was just relieved when my kids got home from THEIR socializing and i went to bed in peace. i like what mandy said, "it's like prom night year after year." it really is. like my dear grandmother used to say, (and I'd feel shocked as a youngster, but now i agree), "what's the big deal? it's just another night!" (what is it about a new page on a calendar that prompts people to shoot GUNS in the city at midnight and drive drunk...does that remotely sound FUN to any of you? people are clownlike sometimes...eh?)on that note...happy new year to all of us. may we all have auspicious beginnings! (and put our guns back into their holsters for another year...amen)
oh...and i dyed my hair on new year's eve...it's brown again. just in case that is of interest to you all.
Sarah...HAPPY NEW YEAR by the way!
whooo hooo! I had a party. and watched millions of dollars of fireworks go off on the strip from my roof. Sarah, I always have you near in my heart. Wish you could have come.
Kim, so sorry I didnt come. Woulda loved to. And that goes for Laura as well. Do you know how much I would luva luva love to go to Cali right about now? I'd love to.
And Nina, missed you as well. Get better sickling!
and Kim I bet you are a vision in brown.
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