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It's New Years Eve. New year, new head, new life, new wishes. New sounds nice. Old is good, too. Sarah comes friday and I'm totally stoked. Sharing my room with someone I do not know at all sounds to be like a good experience. Preview to college? Maybe. I've been looking for some vintage clothes online to spend my cash on besides going to the thrift store. I'm looking for this dress that's in my head and I have not yet found it. It's navy blue with yellow and pink flowers and buttons at the top in a sort of v-neck and it's soft and hangs fittingly on my frame; not too loose and not too tight. It may have a tie, I'm not sure yet and it falls to about mid-shin. That probably sounds really ugly, but trust me, it looks really pretty in my head. I've been searching for said dress but sadly, nothing close has popped up. Maybe someday I will receive it in a package from a deep lover or maybe just my friend. Maybe it'll be on the front mannequin in a little shop in New England. But it's a plan in life to find something like it. Everytime I look at a new item online all it reminds me of is Hannah. I really miss you, My Elegeant Sweetheart. You should come to me sometime and we will stay up all night and talk of pretty lights and fight club fights and vh1's best as well as the opposite sex. Your face is not in my life nearly as much as it should be. Most of this is jumbled and random and no one will read it because it's semi-long, but tonight is New Years Eve. New, new, new, new, new.