January was, of course, fun-filled, but on this first day of February I realized not only did I never finish my New Year's post, but I had not posted all January.
So, to explain, I shall give brief summaries of January:
2 January: realized I would NOT be going to church; my stomach was out in open rebellion and I spent all day in sweats.
3 January: Felt better, took eggregious fall on ice, bought books for new semester. Met Hailey, went to mall, went to FHE.
4-31(in no way in chronological order): Went to classes, met new professors, learned to Foxtrot and Cha-Cha, heard from Professor Jorgensen how Microsoft is both the Evil Empire AND the beast described in the Book of Revelation, fell in love with a hideously huge anthology of English Literature, was persuaded to play D&D with Boyfriend & Co., remembered why I used to like science more than Language Arts (grammar! Curse you, Mcom 320!), converted from Jango to Grooveshark, was jaded by a changed book release date, seriously considered switching from Explorer to Chrome, saw Carl Bloch's Exhibit at the MOA, had a horrid allergic reaction to the Bishop's Springer Spaniel, and decided to audition for the Playmill!
Mixed in with all this was a lot of homework. But I promise to post this month, besides today!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Happy New Year!! It Really Is!
I was progressing towards wellness, or at least a semblance of it, as I lay on the couch a few days ago anticipating my fun New Year's Eve with Erin and Sam. It would be fun, and though I was still a little disappointed about missing my usual celebration in Utah, anything is better than staying home on New Year's with parents who still go to bed early. I would know...this is how I spent it before I began regularly attending Mal's New Year's party up in Utah. So it was with an optimistic attitude that I lay down on the couch that day.
And then the Las Vegas News media decided to a package on New Year's kissing. I went into the kitchen to get a drink. My mother asked me why on earth I was so suddenly upset that I wouldn't get a New Year's kiss. I had known for weeks that I wouldn't be with my boyfriend on Christmas and New Year's Eve. Why was I just now getting upset?
To be fair, I had known the aforementioned fact, been perfectly aware of it. But, during finals week, the college brain stops making certain connections that do not directly have to do with testing and survival, the only things which still matter. So while I had known for some time that my boyfriend would not be with me for New Year's Eve, I somehow never made the connection that I would not, thusly, be able to get a New Year's Kiss.
My mother didn't think I should be that upset with the prospect of such an epic party before me. But there is something that she does not know...
...Besides the fact that I have a spot on the Charlie's Angels...
...I have always dreamed of having the perfect New Year's Kiss. I think it started with this episode of Doug where he's planning to kiss--is it Patti? Isn't that the name of the girl he likes?--at the stroke of midnight on New Year's. In the end, he decides the time isn't right and he wants to kiss her when it's perfect. He has this fantasy, which I later recognized was based on the Gone With the Wind movie poster, where he and Patti are dressed in beautiful old clothing and he holds her in his arms, kissing her as a building burns behind them.
I was already a little bit entranced by the old-fashioned, especially when it comes to romantics, with which I was completely bewitched at the tender age of four years. (My only problem with "Little Red riding Hood" is that you never find out who she marries. Ever.) So the idea of that kiss basically took hold of me. I vowed that when I got older and had a boyfriend, like my cousin Shelby with her Kyler, we would kiss at midnight. I pictured the scene from Doug over and over again, adding detail as I went along.
Time passed, and my fascination with ornate, complex Victorian melodrama had only increased, equaling my fascination with romance. I never had a boyfriend over New Year's Eve...over any major holiday, in fact, except for Independence Day. I told myself that waiting would make the kiss even better, and added more melodrama to the vision in my head.
And then, I met my wonderful boyfriend. And we were still together. Over perhaps THE major kissing holiday after Valentine's day. And he was back in Oregon with his family.
I thought I had a tiny right to be disappointed.
I went to Erin's and tried to ignore how much I was missing my man. Erin, Sammy, and I were roped into playing Barbies with Kylee, a young girl Erin's family is adopting. I was adopted at birth, so I was very excited for her, but Kylee is already five, her experience is different. I hadn't seriously played Barbies since I was about 11 years old--Kylee insisted we participate along with her in dressing up the Barbies. Some of our creations, with the assorted 80's-90's Barbie clothes in Kylee's collection, included Thespian Ballerina Barbie, Katy Perry Barbie, Ke$ha Barbie, and Lady Gaga Barbie. It was plain that we older girls had been overexposed to pop culture. But Kylee re-introduced me to the simple pleasure of dressing a Barbie. It helped me feel much better.
Later that night, after we faked out Kylee and the younger kids that it was midnight, we three gathered on the couch to Facebook creep and watch Easy A and Vampires Suck, celebrating New Year's with Martinelli's and cream soda.
Donovan text-smooched me at the stroke of midnight in Utah, and again at the Pacific Time Midnight.
Erin, Sammy and I were laughing and talking the whole time--it was great to see them again.
If I couldn't spend my New Year's getting the perfect kiss, I think I spent it the next best way possible.
So, despite the fact that this took forever to post because I spent the time from New Year's Day to the start of the semester VERY ill, 2011 started off right. I'll have to wait at least another two years to get my perfect New Year's kiss, yes, but I can do that, because every day of 2011 since he came back from Oregon, I get to see the man who loves me.
So, here's to you 2011! May you bring random happiness and serendipitous joy!
And then the Las Vegas News media decided to a package on New Year's kissing. I went into the kitchen to get a drink. My mother asked me why on earth I was so suddenly upset that I wouldn't get a New Year's kiss. I had known for weeks that I wouldn't be with my boyfriend on Christmas and New Year's Eve. Why was I just now getting upset?
To be fair, I had known the aforementioned fact, been perfectly aware of it. But, during finals week, the college brain stops making certain connections that do not directly have to do with testing and survival, the only things which still matter. So while I had known for some time that my boyfriend would not be with me for New Year's Eve, I somehow never made the connection that I would not, thusly, be able to get a New Year's Kiss.
My mother didn't think I should be that upset with the prospect of such an epic party before me. But there is something that she does not know...
...Besides the fact that I have a spot on the Charlie's Angels...
...I have always dreamed of having the perfect New Year's Kiss. I think it started with this episode of Doug where he's planning to kiss--is it Patti? Isn't that the name of the girl he likes?--at the stroke of midnight on New Year's. In the end, he decides the time isn't right and he wants to kiss her when it's perfect. He has this fantasy, which I later recognized was based on the Gone With the Wind movie poster, where he and Patti are dressed in beautiful old clothing and he holds her in his arms, kissing her as a building burns behind them.
I was already a little bit entranced by the old-fashioned, especially when it comes to romantics, with which I was completely bewitched at the tender age of four years. (My only problem with "Little Red riding Hood" is that you never find out who she marries. Ever.) So the idea of that kiss basically took hold of me. I vowed that when I got older and had a boyfriend, like my cousin Shelby with her Kyler, we would kiss at midnight. I pictured the scene from Doug over and over again, adding detail as I went along.
Time passed, and my fascination with ornate, complex Victorian melodrama had only increased, equaling my fascination with romance. I never had a boyfriend over New Year's Eve...over any major holiday, in fact, except for Independence Day. I told myself that waiting would make the kiss even better, and added more melodrama to the vision in my head.
And then, I met my wonderful boyfriend. And we were still together. Over perhaps THE major kissing holiday after Valentine's day. And he was back in Oregon with his family.
I thought I had a tiny right to be disappointed.
I went to Erin's and tried to ignore how much I was missing my man. Erin, Sammy, and I were roped into playing Barbies with Kylee, a young girl Erin's family is adopting. I was adopted at birth, so I was very excited for her, but Kylee is already five, her experience is different. I hadn't seriously played Barbies since I was about 11 years old--Kylee insisted we participate along with her in dressing up the Barbies. Some of our creations, with the assorted 80's-90's Barbie clothes in Kylee's collection, included Thespian Ballerina Barbie, Katy Perry Barbie, Ke$ha Barbie, and Lady Gaga Barbie. It was plain that we older girls had been overexposed to pop culture. But Kylee re-introduced me to the simple pleasure of dressing a Barbie. It helped me feel much better.
Later that night, after we faked out Kylee and the younger kids that it was midnight, we three gathered on the couch to Facebook creep and watch Easy A and Vampires Suck, celebrating New Year's with Martinelli's and cream soda.
Donovan text-smooched me at the stroke of midnight in Utah, and again at the Pacific Time Midnight.
Erin, Sammy and I were laughing and talking the whole time--it was great to see them again.
If I couldn't spend my New Year's getting the perfect kiss, I think I spent it the next best way possible.
So, despite the fact that this took forever to post because I spent the time from New Year's Day to the start of the semester VERY ill, 2011 started off right. I'll have to wait at least another two years to get my perfect New Year's kiss, yes, but I can do that, because every day of 2011 since he came back from Oregon, I get to see the man who loves me.
So, here's to you 2011! May you bring random happiness and serendipitous joy!
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