First time in my memory...
Interesting development...we're not having the New Year's party this year. The huge one with half of John Day crammed into our greatroom where we dress up like pirates and drink booze and eat food until we're all exhausted and the New Year is a few hours behind us. Strange. Dad and Ben are going to the Fiesta Bowl instead, and Mum and I are heading up to Boise to hang out and spend our Christmas gift cards. I can't remember a year without the crazy party, but such is life. It'll be nice to spend a few days shopping and seeing all the movies from the season that I missed. (*cough*Eragon*cough*) Anywho...Mum and I are leaving in about a half hour so I should probably get dressed. Just felt the need to note my interestingly wistful mood about the New Year. Also, I've been having some pretty fucked up dreams that would be better drowned in booze than repeated. Maybe I'll get to working on that.
Namárië
Namárië