So....
New Years, A time for being close, and a time to reflect on the year past and the year to be. *shrug* just like any other day really when it all comes down to it. Except the fact that people get together, drink (maybe to forget the year past, or to purge memories of the past year, or to vomit once more just before the year is up), and be merry. It's one of those holidays that is a wishywashy one if you will. Some people take it to the extreme and sit out in the cold at times square for the entire day to see the ball drop, which in itself is silly, but i'll get to that in a minute. Others work, go home to bed, and sleep all day, and sill others decide to get shit faced, make a total fool of themself (yes i've been known to do that from time to time), or just sit and relax in solice. Or, like two years ago, I spent it playing GT3, watched the ball drop, then ended up driving through harriman with Josh cause I was so bored. But anyway. Seriously though, the giant ball? WHO the HELL decided that dropping a ball down a flag pole was a way to ring in the new year? It really makes no sense. Now a clock, that makes sense, but a ball? no.
Its late, I'm tired, and need sleep and a job, but i've opted for sleep, nite.
Its late, I'm tired, and need sleep and a job, but i've opted for sleep, nite.