Happy Freaking New Years

*fireworks*

So, I'm back. Actually, it hasn't been that long, but that's just fine. I am bored, therefore I write.

And that is that.

At any rate, it's been pretty fun these last few days. Christmas, of course, was awesome, despite the hassle of switching between houses. We opened presents at four in the afternoon, which struck me as odd, but that's okay; it was fun anyway. I got exactly what I wanted (also the thing I least expected to get): Owl City's All Things Bright and Beautiful. It's their newest album and it has some of my favorite songs on it, including Kamikaze, Plant Life, and Alligator Sky. I was literally jumping up and down when I recieved that gift... thank you, mom!! :)

New Years was just as awesome as expected. The dance was soooooo fun! One of my friends did my makeup (I never wear makeup except to dances). It turned out astounding. The eyeshadow was purple, to match my fancy new shirt, and she made it pretty dark. Then she put just a little under my eyes and smudged out the corner. There was eyeliner, of course, but the thing that really finished off the magnificent makeup job was the mascara.

Let me get something straight - mascara hates me, my eyes hate mascara. But I love it. So, I deal with the torture of something big, black, and dangerous coming towards my eyes. And voila! Eyelashes 3/4 of an inch long, eyes main attraction of face (which is nice because my eyes are my favorite feature).

Anyway. Now that I've explained that to you in extreme detail, I'll talk your ear off about the dance (just kidding - I've really got to go to bed, so this'll be short-ish).

I wore heels. Idiotic, right? The only upside was that when I hugged a certain boy, I was actually tall enough to hug him properly.

By the way, the hug totally made my night. That and the dance with my crush :) (is that an archaic term? Or do people still use that? Idk, but it's the only term I've got for it right now, so therefore, crush). It was really amazing. I was so scared to death... boys are scary! But finally, near the end of the dance, I was over close to where he was during a girls' choice. He had his fancy little nano-watch lit up and he was waving it around in the air, so I stood there for a moment, gathering my courage, then... I actually walked up and asked him! I know. I was astounded too.

The only things I remember about that dance are these: I commented on his fancy watch, got a sparkle off his face (becuase for some strange reason it bugs me when people have sparkles on their faces), talked about how much fun dances are, and decided that even with his hair gone, he is still the most handsome (dashing, stunning, adorable, wonderful, hilarious...) boy in school. (Of course, he wasn't in on that decision. That would have been weird.)

Okay. Straight face. No, I'm not blushing! What would give you that idea? :D

Awkward. I just totally went off about that and it's a public blog. Good thing he'll never read it. And if he does... well, sucks to be me, right? Unless he likes me back (which I doubt) which would be nice.

Anyway, after all those hours, six glasses of water, three lime drinks, one nacho, lots of chalk dust, and three dances later, there was a huge countdown and then - KAPOW! 2012.

I've got to say - the best part of New Years is the dances.

Well... bring on 2012!

And... oh my gosh, I turn 16 this year!! *squeaks*

Short dialogue:

Friend: Get a permit, hobo!
Thirty-second pause.
Me: Hobo?!