I'm the Scrooge of New Years.
The thing I hate most about New Years Eve are the stupid conversations I have to endure leading up to the night itself. People always ask me what I'm doing for New Years. When I tell them I'm not doing anything they act all astonished like it's so hard to believe I actually don't want to go out. "How can you stay at home?" they ask. I practice for 364 days a year so I can get it just right on the night. One time I nearly slipped up when a neighbour asked me to help him move some furniture, but I caught myself just in time.
It's not that I don't like drinking and hanging out with friends. I just don't see why it's compulsary to do so on New Years? If I felt like doing something then I probably would. But I don't. And it doesn't help that stupid dipshits keep hassling me to be cool like them. Maybe I don't want to be cool. Did they ever think of that? Probably not, because they're stupid dipshits.
I think next year I'm gonna take some Grinch lessons and ruin New Years Eve. I haven't decided yet but so far my plan involves fireworks (which by the way the are a massive waste of taxpayers money every year).
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I'm not doing anything either... though my mom bought me a bottle of champagne to celebrate being done with college apps... perhaps I'll spend the night with that sweet, sweet bottle of love. Or not. Meh.
i go to sleep around 10. unless the world explodes, new years means nothing to me.
I went to sleep at 6am.
Also I found out that fireworks probably make money from tourism and people going into the city. Which I guess is a good thing.
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