I've never really been one to go all out and celebrate for New Years. I mean, sure, the year is over so why not go have a party and get drunk, wasted, laid, and whatever else? Just don't invite me.
Now, don't get the wrong idea.
I'm not some antisocial freak. Most of the time.
I just don't really do parties. I'm not a party person...? Sure. We'll go with that.
I get invited to multiple parties, every year, by tons of friends, and I hate having to tell them, "Oh, sorry, but no thanks. I'd rather stay at home with my family." Like, really, how lame of an excuse is that?
But it's the truth.
The year, for New Year's Eve, I will be hanging out with my family, watching Harry Potter and drooling over Tom Felton.
And another thing: I don't do New Year's Resolutions. Ever. Although I feel as though I ought to.
I've never really understood the point of resolutions. I mean, why not just do it during the year? Why does a new year have to begin for you to do something? Why can't you resolve to make a change at the start of a new day, or even in the middle of one?
My friend Makena had texted me on Saturday night. It was a long, multi-page text, listing all the ingredients we would need to make cookies, which we had been planning on doing on Sunday. We had joked about it for a while and since she was leaving within the next few days to go up to her family's cabin, Sunday seemed like the perfect day to have her over to make cookies.
My family, apparently, had other plans.
I was informed, at noon on Sunday, that we were going to the movies, to see Sherlock Holmes, so Makena wouldn't be able to come over.
Upon retrieving our tickets and entering the theater, the ticket person took my ticket stub, handed me a pair of 3D glasses, and pointed to theater five, wishing me a good day.
Something didn't add up. 3D glasses... For Sherlock Holmes? Huh?
And then I glanced at the ticket stub, which read: "Avatar 3D."
I waved the ticket stub in front of my dad's face. "You got us tickets to Avatar, Dad!"
He simply nodded at me. How out of the loop I was.
We entered the theater, which was surprisingly full. And, being that full of people, we had to sit in the first few rows. Of course. We went to a 3D movie and sat literally within twenty feet of the screen. I have an awful neck cramp just thinking about it. LIke, seriously. Whose bad idea wa sit to show up twenty minutes before a popular movie, expecting to get great seats? That great honor, ladies and gentlemen, would go to my father.
The redeeming quality about the 3D-ness of the movie was that the glasses looked like wayfarers. Hooray.
Comparatively, when you think you're going to watch Robert Downey Jr. parade across the screen and instead are tricked into watching blue half-human mutations scamper across the screen for two and a half hours, Avatar wasn't very good. But, after I got over the initial grumpiness, (and after I saw the main character,) I got into the movie.
It might have actually been worth the eight dollars.
While most of the movie is all about special effects, the plotline was great, if not slightly predictable at parts.
The 3D got old really fast. I found myself peering over the glasses at times just to see what it looked like. My opinion on 3d? "Just because you can, doesn't mean you should." It's like putting mini chocolate chips on a sprinkled doughnut. It doesn't really make it any better, but it doesn't hurt the overall product. It's just overkill.
That being said, it was still a good movie. Scratch that. It was a great movie.
So. I felt compelled to make one of these. Everyone was making them on Facebook ages ago, but, since I'm a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, here are my random facts:
I'm a theater kid. I know. Seriously. What a tragedy. But with us, everything is seriously a tragedy. Or the best thing that's ever happened to you. Just don't mess with our friends and castmates.
Right now, I am listening to music from "The Little Mermaid" musical on Broadway. I know.
My nails are currently painted Dior: Black Sequins. Last coat was done at about one o'clock today.
I probably ought to be in bed right now. Except that would entail going downstairs to get a glove out of the kitchen. That probably makes no sense, but (oh, here we go again with the random, rambling, pointless stories) the stuff I put on my face after I wash it has some kind of ingredient in it that messes with my nail polish and makes it not shiny. Which I hate. So I remedy this by wearing a glove, Michael Jackson style (may he rest in peace), when I'm putting the stuff on my face. I win. Take that skin care people of the world. You can't mess with my nail polish anymore.
Walter Moers is my favorite author ever. He writes like JK Rowling, Shel Silverstein, and Tolkein on crack. It's so ridiculously entertaining. Seriously. Go read The 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear or The City of Dreaming Books. Right now. Go.
I'm a chapstick addict. I always have my Burt's Bees with me everywhere I go. Seriously. I can't leave the house without it for fear of having a total breakdown.
I want to major in jewelry design at FIDM.
Relationship ADD. It's a problem. I'm like a puppy. As soon as the guy I like starts showing interest, I stop liking him. It's ridiculous. But I think I've already met my soul mate, so anyways...
My old iPod video is possessed. It would turn on in the middle of the night and be like, "YOU WANT TO LISTEN TO MUSIC!" And it was creepy, because, no, I didn't really want to listen to music. I wanted to sleep.
I love being ridiculously tall.
I love The Illusionist and The Prestige.
Robert Downey Jr. Good grief. I love that man. Okay, really, I mean, have you SEEN Iron Man?! My word. And Sherlock Holmes. Gosh. I NEED to see that movie. In conclusion, I would gladly marry RDJr., despite the fact that he is 28 years my senior. Oh, well.
I add -tastic to the end of words to make it an adjective. For example: fun would be funtastic, awesome would be awesometastic, amazing would be amazingtastic... You get the picture.
Apparently, I am a tease. Who knew?
I drink milk. ALL. THE. TIME. Never broken a bone either... Any correlation here? Hmm.
Accident prone? I do believe so. (Uh-oh. Here comes a story...) I tripped on the stairs the other day going back to class from lunch. Granted, I didn't trip DOWN the stairs, like a normal person would; I tripped UP the stairs, and I managed to flail ungracefully and hit my hand on the handrail. It would have been funny had I not almost fainted in the hallway outside my Calculus class.
I obsessively clean my closet ONLY when I'm talking on the phone.
I can read MLIA for HOURS on end.
I love my family. Never do I have as much fun as when I'm with them. Seriously. We have THE best jokes. EVER.
My best friend Emilly made me a painting for my birthday. I haven't yet put it up on my wall, but it sits on my desk, and everyone always compliments it when they see it.
I went to Walmart the other day and bought a pack of five white Hanes v-neck shirts for boys. I love them.
I'm terrified of driving. On one hand, I really need to get my license. But, on the other hand, just the thought of driving freaks me out. I'm nearly 17 and everyone I know has their licenses. It's ridiculous.
My grandpa and my brother are my two favorite people in the world. My grandpa is, well, old. We share the same birthday (March 3rd!) and, as such, he calls me "Birthday Girl". He has diabetes. I love him very much. And my brother. Oh, my brother. I love that kid. He's crazy, but he sees me daily. He's taller than me now. It's sad.
I started watching Heroes, for the sole purpose of seeing Zach Quinto. Gah. He is one beautiful man. I don't care if he's gay or not. He's soooooo attractive. Best Sylar joke ever? "You better be careful if you take Sylar to homecoming as your date! Keep him away from the cheerleaders!" (Rachele). "Oh, it's not like they have brains for him to eat anyways." (Me). "Imagine his face when he goes to eat their brains and he sees that, 'Oh my gosh! There is no brain! There's nothing there!'" (Rachele). I love Rachele. We have some funny jokes. And Zach Quinto. Love him. Have I already said that?
I'm stubborn.
It's taken me nearly an hour or two to get this all down, but I felt compelled to do so. I could, and probably SHOULD have, quit half way through, but, well, the only other thing I would have been doing is sleeping, so hey, why not?
