Hello, 2007.

2007. That's a decent number. Let's make it a great year :)

Lessons I learned from the holidays, in brief
Housewarming: I am a loser. I blame Jeff, the Supreme Drinking Instigator. All hail. For everyone who came to my party, only to see me passed out, I apologize and seriously owe you conscious facetime. But come on, you had fun - how can you not have fun when there was an inflatable doll around and you could take photos with my prone body? Wow, that sounded bad.

Christmas Eve dinner: Electronic meat thermometers make me geeky-happy. I made my prime rib perfectly medium-rare. However, I forgot that most of my relatives are Very Chinese and won't eat any meat that's not brown and brick-like. "The prime rib isn't cooked yet! Look at all that blood!" No, look at all that DELICIOUSNESS! Sigh.

Gifts: Who will buy you USB-heated gloves for Christmas? Christina will! I also have a digital camera now (finally!), thanks to Amanda. Does this mean more photos on this blog? Possibly! And once I get a memory card, I will strive to transform myself into That Annoying Friend Who's Always Snapping Photos. This may be difficult, as I will have to overcome years and years of being That Annoying Friend Who's Always Stealing Photos.

New Year's Eve: If you're going to an overcrowded Asian NYE party, make sure you're dressed slightly slutty to fit in. Don't worry, I fit in so well, at least four other girls were wearing the exact same dress. But my shoes were cuter! Also, Christina, a mall, and one hour's time can be very dangerous. Sigh, damn you again, BCBG.

Why Amanda is not on Madison Avenue: In regards to the World's Softest Socks, Amanda exclaimed, "It feels like you're walking on jelly!" Um...I think the slogan is, "Like walking on clouds."

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I added a little mp3 player to my sidebar. Don't worry, it doesn't start automatically and force you to listen to songs when you open a webpage with incredibly blinding backgrounds that combine to slow your browser and computer and make you hate life. Yes, I'm talking to you, MySpace. And no, I'm not on MySpace, so don't call me a hypocrite. Yay for Facebook! Whoops, tangent.

Anyway, Jen put up a myflashfetish player on her blog, which I found very similar to the playlist in my head, so I had to go steal it. Love you, Jen! Her playlist also reminded me of "Kill" by Jimmy Eat World - and since it's me, you know the lyrics go up right...about...now.

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"Kill" -Jimmy Eat World

Well, you're just across the street
Looks a mile to my feet
I want to go to you
Funny how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

Could it be that everything goes 'round by chance
Or only one way that it was always meant to be?
You kill me, you always know the perfect thing to say
I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away

I can picture your face well
From the bar in my hotel
I wish I'd go to you
I pick up, put down the phone
Like your favorite Heatmiser song goes
It's just like being alone

Oh god, please don't tell me this has been in vain
I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means
You kill me, you've got some nerve, but can't face your mistakes
I know what I should do, but I just can't turn away

So go on, love
Leave while there's still hope for escape
Got to take what you can these days
There's so much ahead
And so much regret
I know what you want to say
I know it, but can't help feeling differently
I loved you, and I should have said it
But tell me, just what has it ever meant?

I can't help it, baby, this is who I am
I'm sorry, but I can't just go turn off how I feel
You kill me, you build me up, but just to watch me break
I know what I should do, but I just can't walk away