I rang in the New Year by smoking apple tobacco from a Shisha and graduating from the easy to medium level on Guitar Hero. That's right; I now use the pretty blue button.
Sometimes, when I am feeling bold, I even play songs at the hard level. 2009 is my year to rock.
In another news, Accidentally Me has given me an award in the hopes that it will inspire me to write more often. This is the part where I directly cut and paste from the information provided on her blog:
"The award is called the "Honest Scrap," and comes with a few rules: The honorees are to: A) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep! B) pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap."
As I do not like to disappoint and find disclosing personal tidbits about myself irresistible, I have absolutely no problem fulfilling item A. However, I will forgo passing on the award (for now) because I have been terrible at keeping up-to-date with my fellow bloggers as of late and am not actually sure how many individuals I used to read/read are still even active. So without further delay, here are ten honest things about me:
1. I almost killed one of my fish two nights ago. By accident, of course. But, because I am an impatient person, I lowered the salinity in my aquarium too drastically and spent the next three hours checking in on the fish every few minutes. Do I expect the Internet to care about my fish? Yes. I do. Why shouldn't you care about my fish? My fish is really fucking interesting.
2. I like to play with puppies. When I am having a bad day, I go to the local pet store (that has questionable ethics because it sells puppies) and play with the puppies they have on display. I feel like this is a win/win situation for both myself and the puppies. I get to play with the puppies, and the puppies get to play with me. Everyone, except the pet store, is happy.
3. I have recently come up with a list of goals to achieve in 2009. Some people might call these resolutions. I do not. They are goals. I do not resolve to do them; I will do them. The first item on my list is "renew passport." Here is a secret: I also made a list of goals for 2006 (apparently 2007 and 2008 were write-offs) and renewing my passport was number two on that list.
4. Even though I rarely actually e-mail people, I check my e-mail compulsively. I would check it every five minutes if I actually thought there would be something in it. Instead, I am often disappointed because I find it empty.
5. I am socially awkward. Not in all situations, just when interacting with members of the opposite sex. I have never mastered the art of flirting and fear that I never will. Wait, let me make an amendment to that statement: I have never mastered the art of flirting while sober and fear that I never will.
6. I am completely content going for days, or even weeks, at a time without having any other form of human contact. My close friends know this. They also know that my periods of hermit-ness are easily broken if I am invited out to do something fun (like have a snowball fight).
7. Because I am currently living with my parents, my mom frequently enters my bedroom and "observes" things. I call it being nosey, but she claims that this notion is absurd. Anyway, as a result of my mother entering my bedroom, I have returned from school/work on several occasions to find my purple acrylic bong placed neatly on top of my bed. I think my mom believes that she is being subtle in letting me know that she knows that I do or have done drugs. The irony is that when I do smoke pot, I use my glass bong. I actually do hide my glass bong, unlike my acrylic bong which I just stick anywhere I can fit it (usually under my bed).
8. Right now, I have the biggest odour problem with the shoes I wear the most frequently. I am talking BIG odour problem. They smell. Bad. Actually, bad is an understatement. It is naturally all my fault. I have worn them without any socks for upwards of eight hours a day, several days in a row. They are dress shoes, so I suppose it would look a little awkward if I did wear socks with them. Actually, I put them on this evening, with socks, to venture out to Blockbuster and it did look very awkward.
9. I enjoy having staring contests with my dog. I think this is probably a bad move on my behalf as dogs more than likely perceive extended periods of direct eye contact as some sort of threat. Eventually my dog will have a nervous breakdown because he thinks that I am trying to intimidate him.
10. I am currently kicking school's ass. Actually, not currently because the new semester does not start until Tuesday (for me at least), but you get the idea. If school and I were in a cage fight, I would have just smacked school in the back of the head with a folding chair. Wait a minute, since I am being totally honest here I should probably mention that I do not really know what a cage fight involves. The only cage fight (or quasi-cage fight) I have ever witnessed was in the movie Ready to Rumble. Does that even count as witnessing a cage fight? I feel like it should count.