I guess it’s time for me to be choosing my New Year’s Resolution(s)…

The problem with New Years is that I have terrible luck on this night.  By that, I mean that there is only one New Years Eve that I actually remember having fun. ONE. How sad?  It was the last night of 2008 and all of my closest friends gathered at Brian Robertson’s apartment.  I drank quite a bit so I don’t remember much, but there are several hundred photos documenting my night for me.  At midnight we all ran down to the beach to watch a massive set of fireworks go off.  It was a blast.  The only bad part was my boyfriend at the time was out of town, so although it was my best NYE, I still felt like I was missing something.  

Turns out, the next NYE would be the worst one I ever had.  Ahh, so much can change in a year.  My boyfriend (yes, same one) and I broke up shortly before Christmas and he went frolicking around with another girl about…oh…one day later.  Making my NYE the most depressing night ever, especially knowing they were together, while I stood alongside one of my best friends, Cody, for support.  Thank God for that kid.  I can honestly say I will never forget either of those years.  

Last NYE was just plain pathetic.  I was at home at my parent’s house, alone.  I’m pretty sure I went to bed before 10 p.m.  There’s really no excuse for that one…just that I am a strange little loner sometimes.

This year I plan to top that 08/09 night.  I have so many schemes up my sleeve!  Look out 2012, I am back and ready to party. MUA-HA-HA!