new year

new years resolutions:

1) wash off mascara before getting in bed
2) find a job

fairly simple ones, really. new year's eve has never been a big deal to me. tonight i decided that probably the last place i would have wanted to be was times square. stand around all day freezing to get there, watch a ball drop, stand around all night freezing to get to the subway to get home. not my idea of a good time. i hate being cold. i'll probably do it once, just because it's one of those life experiences everybody needs to have (along with riding a gondola in venice, crossing the golden gate bridge, swimming in the dead sea, etc), but i can't say it's something that i would want to do on a regular basis.

this past week has been a blast. i've spent it with the evans. got here on tuesday, didn't really do anything but hang out with katherine and quinn. wednesday katherine and i went to chapel hill. there is a world of difference between that place and grove city, let me tell you. the whole week has really brought home the fact that i have completely missed out on the typical "college experience". oh well. can't spend your whole life dwelling on the road not taken. on wednesday, i also got hooked on gilmore girls. such a cute show. also, one girl should not have that many hot guys after her. i'm now totally in love with the guy who plays logan. this should surprise no one.

on thursday we collected paige (daniel's girlfriend) and headed to charlotte. we stayed in the hilton, which was really nice. the second we got there, we all crashed for a few hours. it was like the room had hypnotizing powers - pretty much every time we walked through the door, we fell asleep. we weren't in the same hotel as the boys, because the powers that be had put the nc state team in the marriot, the sfu team in the omri, and the media in the hilton. something about trying to keep the press objective. ha. in retrospect it was probably a good thing, because from what we heard, the marriot was really, really loud. lots of drunk partying. not from the players, but from the fans that stayed there because that's where the team was.

we did get to see the boys, though. they went out to eat with us thursday night, and we spent some time in their hotel on friday. for the record, aunt beth and uncle johnny know half the state. everywhere we went, they ran into people they knew. and i've come to the conclusion that college football players are really not that good-looking of a bunch. with a few notable exceptions, they were all just big and scary.

the game itself was fun, though we had to wait in line for awhile to get the tickets. (not as much as uncle paul and lucy, though - took them an hour and forty-five minutes.) our group was funny, just aunt beth and a gaggle of college girls: me, katherine, quinn, paige, kat's roommate, and andrew's girlfriend, whitney. it was like daniel and andrew had their own private cheering section. quinn kept yelling at them before the game, and they, like dutiful siblings, ignored her. it was so weird seeing them with the team. i guess i still have trouble remembering that they're not 13 any more. i think andrew made it on tv for a little while.

after the game, everybody else split off to various new year's parties, and i went with my aunt and uncle to another aunt's house. (my mother has five sisters - i have a lot of aunts.) joseph, my five year old cousin, was out of control. i don't think i've ever seen him that hyper. it probably had something to do with him eating a spoonfuls of sugar out of the sugar bowl before aunt carol caught him. i talked to camille for awhile. i can't believe she's already 10. and poor lucy has definitely hit the middle school slump. 7th grade is such an awful time. i don't know anybody that enjoyed it. aunt carol seemed at her wits end trying to get her to wear clothing besides sweat pants, huge t-shirts, and sweatshirts. i told her to relax, that it was just a phase everybody goes through. mine involved me wearing XXL t-shirts. what was i thinking?

tomorrow i head home. my train leaves at 11am (the reason why i couldn't got to the parties w/ the cousins). my goal is to make it home without losing any of my stuff, or getting hit on by any creepy old men.