It's 2008!
First post of the new year!!! Yeah, I posted earlier, but it's technically a different day. I spent New Year's Eve cleaning. All day and up until about five minutes before midnight. I think I might have posted about this, but my sister and I painted out rooms and had to clean them completely out. This meant that we had to move our stuff back into our rooms eventually. Well, a few days ago my parents decided we had to move our stuff back in. This included sorting through the bins we'd put everything in. It's been torture. We haven't been allowed out of the house, until we went out to dinner tonight, that is. But it's been terrible being cooped up. Anyway, my sister decided to call our grandma about a quarter till midnight since it's her anniversary. I'm not sure if it's a coincidence. But my mom ended up getting on the phone with her (their conversations tend to last for hours) so I went out to get some sparkling cider as I'm not yet old enough to drink. I then found out that there were less than five minutes left of 2007. I pulled on one of those lame cardboard hats you can get for really cheap prices at your local grocery store, which is exactly what we did. I poured the cider for me, my sister, and my cousin and everyone went down to our garage. My mom eventually got off the phone and joined us. We watched the ball drop on the Dick Clark show on one of the TVs my dad has down there then spent the next fifteen to twenty minutes setting off those little popper things that sort of explode and let out confetti. We blew our cardboard horn things, played with little noisemakers, and ran around yelling and looking like idiots. We were the only ones in our neighbourhood outside celebrating, which was a bit weird. Confetti was everywhere; I probably still have some in my hair. I asked my cousin to "confetti me" and ended up with confetti all over my face and in my mouth, an experience I'm not too eager to repeat. Confetti does not taste pleasant. We decided to go back upstairs eventually and left the confetti all over the floor for my dad to clean up tomorrow. We continued watching the Dick Clark show for another half an hour before my dad declared that it was late and everyone had to go to bed. Luckily, he didn't object as I carried my laptop directly across his field of view so I brought it to my room and am finishing up this post. I believe I have run out of things to say. Yeah.