The obligatory New Year's post

My first day of the New Year I went to Prom. Ok not really a prom but a formal ball that felt exactly like the small town prom I went to back in the day. A nice boy from up the street asked me to go, girls were freaking out about dresses, I spent a good portion of the night trying to keep my cleavage in check and we even took prom-like pictures. What that means for my new year I don't know, but I supposed it's off to a good start. It is now over a week into the New Year and I am yet to post anything about my New Years resolutions, outlooks, experiences of the past year etc. And you know what? I ain't gonna. The last two New Years were spent willing the following year to be good. In 2008 I was dead set that I was going the break the curse of having bad even-numbered years. Total failure. And 2009 I was sure was going to be an EXCELLENT year because I believed I had it coming after the veritable hell that was 2008. But after losing my job and fighting off head lice for 4 months, which I got from a small Tongan village child who latched on to me and never let go after a gave her some candy, I realized that the power of positive thinking was doing me no favors. So though I am bracing for the "Even-years' curse" to bite me in the butt, or at the very least nibble my bum, this year, I am just going to hope for the best but abandon any expectations based on positive thinking or feelings of entitlement. I plan to just take things as they come, laugh a lot, drink eight glasses a day and do my best to stay away from cops. Happy New Year.