Party. Hardly.

After dropping off the last of the cars many occupants at four in the morning, my dad asked me how the party was, I replied, "I think I'm going to go live in the middle of nowhere by myself until I am at least 27." I don't understand why people have to drink themselves silly, then behave badly in public.

So, in the spirit of the New Year, my resolution is to have stronger convictions. I know what I believe in, I strongly believe in a lot of things, and I am going to work to externalize all of this. To accompany that, my past is forgotten, I don't take crap from anyone, and I'm not going to consume alcohol, or excessive alcohol. I don't understand the point, and I do not want to contribute to this insanity.

So, other than my semi-weekly drunken Rene molestation, my life has been pretty exciting. Rachel and I are really going at it at work. We worked together for seven hours a day, five days last week and we hate each other. Yesterday we just kept to ourselves and avoided confrontation.

I ordered an Ipod off the internet and it should be arriving soonish. I'm very excited about this.

My family has been renting Corner Gas season 2 on DVD this past week, and I must say, if it weren't for Canadian TV I'd probably stop watching altogether.

This morning I was sleeping and I heard something strange and it was my cellphone ringing and vibrating in my bag, of course, being that I had only gotten a couple of hours sleep jumping out of bed and talking on a cell phone was not going to happen. So it started whisteling to me to alert me to the fact that I have a message, [I have no idea how to program this thing.] so a few minutes later I crawled out of bed to listen to this message, "Hi Karyn bglersizngeib [<-- that's stattic] I am really sick blifneobnngvreujnbg; I'm sorry, I'll [bfvoenbo] call you later." Then in my sleepy stupor I hit delete instead of save, and promptly lost the message. Worst part is, I think I might have forgotten something, and the message said ID Withheld, so I don't have a clue who it was. So, if it was you, and it's of great importance, send me an e-mail or give me another call.

Anyway, I am reading The Perks of Being A Wallflower in the hopes that it will reconcile my belief in teenagers. I'm going to go to the video store and listen to One Winter.

Happy New Year!