I have a thing for the French.
I went to see the ball drop with teai. We got there at 5pm and stood and waited till 12, by that time my heels burned and the other parts to my feet were numb. We met alot of interesting characters, there was this man and women and the women was absolutley gorgeous. It was weird what made her pretty,she had this happiness from inside, that just came out i guess. I watched her when she took a picture and she smiled, she kept that smile the whole time, throughout the whole ordeal of NYC blistering cold. She was french.
Anyways, Teai and i went alone(without adult supervision). Of course,our mothers dont know that peice of information. I have an issue, where im distracted very easily. Like, I've attempted to do my Homework for the last 3 days and im still not done. So, when the ball dropped, i missed it. I mean, i was looking. It just didnt seem as important as you'd think it would be. My mind kinda drifted off, and i watched these white and black balloons above my head floating up into the sky. It was pretty. There were so many of them. So, even though i missed that dumb ball falling, i dont regret missing it fall. I was however dissapointed because the ball, from my point of view resembled an M&M in the sky.