I am attempting NABLOPOMO again. Except I didn't send them my link, so it probably doesn't technically count. The jist, again, is to blog everyday for a whole month. As you can see, I attempted this in August and rightly failed soon after. I was tempted to deleted those entries but I decided against it because I remember standing in line for a tram back to the parking lots at Magic Kingdom and texting Katee "SHIT I CAN'T UPDATE FROM MY BLACKBERRY. CAN YOU LOG IN FOR ME?" (I could type the entry, but for some reason I couldn't hit the "Publish Post" button.)
Right now, I am vegging out on my couch which I haven't actually done in a long time. I've only been in Pennsylvania for less than two weeks, and the last two nights I spent in Hershey. Katee and I met up with a bunch of our other friends that we made over the summer (I love you all, truly.) and celebrated the coming new year by standing out in the freezing rain for and Honor Society Concert. (Note to self: buy snow boots.)
It was weird, to be honest. It was like my year was coming full circle. Obviously I didn't start last year in the same way, but I started a huge part of my life with the same people in the same place. The first time I ever saw Honor Society (read: the time I didn't care/didn't know any of the words/just thought Alex was a sexy motherfucker who replied to my tweet once) was at Hershey Park in May with a few girls I was just getting to know. Needless to say, I fell in love, and I rounded out the year with a total of seventeen Honor Society concerts and I can't remember if that includes that acoustic set in that mall in Cleveland. This time, I knew all the words and I loved these boys with a huge piece of my heart. I honestly was expecting to wake up this morning with no voice, screaming for them (and crying when Michael Bruno decided to transition Don't Close the Book into Down by Jay Sean on account of how I'm CRAZY) and dancing like there was no tomorrow. I would like to take this time to apologize to Ned for mentally molesting him and his peacoat.
And the girls, my girls. We've all had our ups and downs and barely knew you all in May (not including Katee, who apparently everyone thinks we are lesbians, but really she is just my other half), but now, three tours later, I can't ask for anything more. A bunch of guidos from New York/New Jersey really know how to bring people together, huh? (HERSHEY, YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID?)
Then there was that time I drove extra slow because me and Katee decided it would be extremely appropriate if we rang in the actual new year in the car. Somehow, DJ Earworm decided that he knew us personally and used the Black Eyed Peas'
I Gotta Feeling for the background of
United State of Pop 2009 and that's what we heard as the clock hit 12:00 and I screamed, scaring Katee and the zero people on the road with us in Bumblefuck, PA. Couldn't have done it any better.
Here's to 2010 (and who gives a fuck what it's called?). Let's make it even better.
<3