2008-01-01 - 6:00 p.m.
Happy f-ing New Year. Why am I so happy all the time? Yowza.

2008.

The year I graduate. The year I turn 22. The year I get a real job.

Time to be a big girl.

Scary.

I hope you all had wonderful New Year's Eves. Mine pretty much sucked. I drove to Cousin Meg's, in a fucking blizzard. One of the interstates was closed so I had to take this windy little back highway. Which was fun, especially when snow was drifting a foot high over the right lane.

But I made it. Meg, her boyfriend and I went shopping and to a movie and to a party. I hate spending time with him. It wastes my time with Meg.

The party was super lame. A bunch of people smoking pot and drinking. Just sitting and doing those things. Boy oh boy.

I hate pot. I really f-ing do. And I hate partying with people who smoke, cigarettes or pot. It's disgusting, I'm allergic and it makes me uncomfortable. Plus, I found out Meg smokes cigarettes "on occasion". "One or two a year". I'm not a smoker and I don't like to hang out with people who do. Ick. Meg hangs out with gross, immature people.

Ah well, my night was no lamer than it usually is. At least I got away from my parents for two glorious days.