I am a slight hater of New years Eve for the fact that it just has such high expectations placed on it which seems kind of silly to me….
The earth is starting a new cycle, lets have a party and expect everything to be better on this new cycle.
I know better though. I have my own monthly cycle and let me tell you that they do not improve…although between you, me and the internet: I do manage to prolong the effects for taking the pill way longer than you’re meant to…but then I inevitably still get my period and its still as awful as it was last time so yeah if you want to compare the new year to pissing blood (which I am going to) then next year is going to be as bleak as this year should you have no intention of changing your ways… also yeah maybe don’t take the pill for an extended amount of time…oh and Nurofen plus is very effective and this metaphor is pretty weak so Imma move on.
The first thing is that to me New years is just a night like any other and while I enjoy a good party as much as the next person I find that the best New years I’ve had were the low key ones.
Last year/this year was fun for me even though all I did was have a couple of friends over and we played scrabble and Singstar while my neighbours let off fireworks and yelled out “No!” when we asked them to set off more then we all laughed and played more scrabble. I’m pretty easily amused.
When I was living in Melbourne we had a ridiculously hot new years at my old place where we stripped down to our undies and danced…I’m pretty sure that I passed out before the fireworks that year but I also had a great time none the less…yet I’ve spent quite a few other years before and in between stressing over which party we should go to and then being disappointed because the parties we expected to be ragin’ turned out to be lame….
I don’t know what we were really hoping for but we never seemed to get it…and that’s what I want to say to people. If a party promises fairy floss, celebrities, your favourite band, a gigantic jumping castle, huge waterslide and a bubble machine…THAT is something to get really excited about but most new-years parties just end up being a bunch of drunk people talking and maybe AT BEST a bit of 90’s music…which is an ok night…but its hardly going to be the night of the year…if it is then that’s kind of a lame year.
As far as New years resolutions go, I think they are hilarious because I do not know a single person that sticks to them and I laugh soooo hard every year when people say shit like “New year new me. Bring on the New year!”…yeah right buddy….GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. 5 bucks says you’re gym membership is going to go unused and then you spend the money that you were saving for that something something exhibition (that you didn’t really want to see any way but thought you should so you appear cultured) on 1million cupcakes that you devour while watching reality tv that you can actually feel is making you dumber … oh and your no drinking idea wont last beyond an week and then one night when you’re drunk you’ll think ‘fuck 2012 the year of the vegan’…and you’ll eat a giant bit of bacon…then a steak…then a chicken wing…then vomit… which is all good because you fucking love not working out, eating cupcakes, shit tv, drinking , bacon, steak, chicken wings and a good vomit…
And that’s what life is about and frankly I hope my New years Eve is exactly like that.
