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2003.01.01 1:21 p.m.

mmmmmm

new years was best. no car accidents. i saw no one vomiting. i felt very little awkwardness.

it was the kind of thing that i want to write really good poetry about it. unfortunately i possess no such capabilities. sad really.

sparkling sweaty crowds and a pretty band. cranberry juice with gin and lemons. ice cold toes and clutched arms. holding hands and lauging at mittens. having to pee so badly because it's so cold out and you're laughing so hard. a house full of people you have no idea where you stand with. having a new friend to kiss at midnight. people you haven't seen in awhile. seeing people in new ways. walking over ice and under tunnels. a hot hot tub. and ice for hair. a warm bed with two cats.

that's in a few words.

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there was so much.

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and it wasn't alllll good. of course. i really have no respect for drunk people. i mean, hideously drunk people. even if they're sad. it just upsets me. one girl at lydia's was dressed so fancy and had done her hair and her make-up. and she was just so out of it. she kept humping the other dancers and lifting her skirt here and there and she knocked over three people drinks. and didn't notice at all. and then she leaned in the beer that she spilled. i looked over and her toe was bleeding everywhere and she wasn't noticing.
i hate how everyone has to be so drunk when opportunity arises. it's so gross. even when i'm drinking there's some people that just disgust me. why do they have to drink so much? and then they have to yell about it. (iiiii'mmmmm ssssooooooo ddddddrrrrrrrruuuuuuunnnnnnkkkkkk). it just upsets me.
i was feeling really guilty about getting the boys a 2-6 instead of a forty (me and kathy were discussing it), but lying awake thinking about it....who needs that much vodka? maybe now no one will ask me to pull for them. i also hate how dumb stoned people are. just stupid. the knob on the door was broken and we were all trapped there trying to open it. jesse came along and wondered what we were doing. and then said 'you just have to turn the knob.' and i laughed and laughed (because i was drunk) and then he tried it for a bit and got it open. which was more funny.

i don't know why i'm being so negative.

i saw jamie bone and drew kiss, and jamie spit spiced rum into his mouth. i had a nice chat with kristjana's mum (who's house it was, and she's friends with my mum). i saw chala at lydia's and got to talk to her breifly. everything everything.

i do really like kathy. what a cool girl. sucks that she's beautiful and nice. she's really considerate. and....gentle. just really good to be with. and really good to spend new year's with. especially because she had as good of a time as i did.

we did, we had a time.

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