Happy New Year

Right now, I'm a little sad because this New Years is sort of dry. My family just got done moving into an apartment. I'm exhausted. Worst of all, my fiance isn't here. What happened to the days of staying out all night, laying on a blanket outside, looking at the stars, throwing bottle rockets, and laughing until my stomach hurt? Once, when I was a child I watched the news with my parents on New Years Eve, and the anchorwoman said how people would make as much noise as possible when the New Year rolled around, so I took pots and pans out of our cabinets and banged them to celebrate. Now, I feel old, dry, and sad. I'll probably be asleep when 2010 makes her debut. Happy New Year.