2001: I am excited for my best friend's family's New Year's Eve party, held mostly for adults who attend their church. I have high hopes for a certain boy to be there, who I met through a random visit to said church. Unfortunately, it isn't meant to be, since that boy is skiing with his family in Colorado, which I find to be inexplicably hilarious. Instead, I spend the night dancing to the Grease soundtrack and Shania Twain in my friend's basement, decked out in an iridescent shirt and electric blue platform sneakers. (Before I leave for the party, my parents laughingly refer to these shoes as my "blue suede shoes." I don't understand the reference.)
Update: They were these, but blue. Oh God.
(photo from Etsy)
2002: Another church party at my friend's house. We dance, give each other makeovers, and "model," which in my case means I quietly berate myself for not being able to fit into my friend's tank top with angel wings on it, while she is swimming in my Gap t-shirt. The next day, I go roller-skating with my sister for her birthday, a tradition that will hang on even until my early 20s. My sister gives me another Gap t-shirt, and I repay her with Listerine breath sheets and cans of baby applesauce. I have a "jerkin'" time...(according to my journal at this time, the movie Josie and the Pussycats was to blame for my usage of the word "jerkin'". Ugh.)
Also, this:
I hope I didn't follow through with this "resolution." I blame Avril.
2006: I make the following New Year's resolutions, having high hopes because I have not yet realized that I am the worst at following through and New Year's resolutions are just setting me up to fail.
* Get good grades - I always managed to do this, mostly because at sixteen, my best Friends were Monica, Chandler, Joey, and the gang (see what I did there?) and I didn't have much of a social life to speak of.
*Make nice with everyone and have people like me - I want to clarify that this is verbatim out of a 2006 notebook. I would never write something this pathetic now. That's just sad. I will say I was never actively disliked, if that counts.
*Party - This never happened. And don't use "party" as a verb, 16-year-old Chelsea.
*Make fashion statements - Psh, I always do this. Not to brag or anything, but I was def the first person in our class to ever wear leggings. The boy I had a crush on stared at me in horror and asked, "What is that you have on under your skirt? I don't...get it." Hatas gon' hate!
*Make "trick it up" work - I don't know what this means. Is this like wanting to make "fetch" happen? Because Gretchen, stop trying to make "fetch" happen! It's not going to happen.
2007: I make the following New Year's resolutions, titling the list as "Things to Accomplish," but let's call it what it really is.
*Sing in front of a big crowd - Check!
*Get one of my writing pieces published - Sorry, this won't happen until sometime in 2010.
*Go camping - What? Why would I want to do this?! I hate all things associated with outdoors!
*Ride every ride at Valley Fair - This will just never happen. Ever. There are roller coasters at Valley Fair, were you aware?
*Dance in the rain - Puke. We aren't living in a Nicholas Sparks novel here. Ain't nobody got time for that. (Is that phrase still relevant?)
*Find a guy who accepts me for who I am - Valid.
*Watch Titanic without crying - Good luck.
2011: I am living alone in the dorms and am experiencing for the first time in a while what it feels like to be single. I do not handle it well. Unknowing that in only a few short months, I will start a relationship with the man who will become my husband, I decide to text my ex-boyfriend and ask him if he has a New Year's kiss. I do not see this as being unnecessary and masochistic, but I will later. When he says no, I tell him that my New Year's kiss is the poster of Robert Pattinson I have on my wall. I don't know why I tell him this, and apparently he doesn't either, because he doesn't respond. I eat some chocolate and fall asleep to reruns of Keeping Up With the Kardashians.
2013: I see a great movie (Saving Mr. Banks, highly recommended) and do some shopping with my parents. I am currently laying in bed with my dog, a People magazine, and an Anne Tyler novel, waiting for my workaholic husband to get home. I won't have an actual New Year's kiss, champagne, or a party. I won't have any New Year's resolutions, which is just fine with me. I wouldn't really have my life any other way :)
Happy New Years, everyone! :)
xoxochelsea
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