2000: I firmly believe that I'm the only woman that started her period two minutes before the ball dropped us into this year. There were boys there, okay? It was humiliating. Too much info? Don't read my blog then.
Also the year I entered high school. Bad hair and bras that were too big (denial). Puberty is the worst, especially when you're the oldest child with no douchey, uncool older siblings to learn what not to do from.
Cheers to you, 2000.
2001: I don't remember much about this year besides getting my driver's license and starting to date my first boyfriend, Mike. I had an '89 Bonneville/sex machine and was convinced that I'd be married with children by the age of 23.
Awkward, pubescent cheers to you, 2001.
2002: Let's see. I would've entered my junior year of high school now. I was huge into choir and more into chamber choir because we danced. Um, I quit the basketball team in order to begin my waitressing career at Bob fucking Evan's. This is also the year I started going to weird "rock" concerts with my friends that haunt me to this day. (Nickelback)
Indifferent cheers to you, 2002.
2003: The beginning of senior year. Oooo doggy! I really don't remember much of 2003. I do remember that my dad died in April of this year and that it straight fucked me up for a solid three years after. I'm okay now, though. I love and miss him every day. RIP Papa.
Get fucked, 2003.
2004: This year began my 1,460 day drinking binge. Undergrad at OU. Hey, I had fun, I graduated, whatever. I also met a lot of fantastic people that are now all getting married and stuff. This is also the year that I heard The Shins' song "Caring is Creepy"which led me to seek out other new bands that led me to fall in love with a new boy who helped me realize that I wasn't dealing with certain issues appropriately which led me to become the strong-ish lady that I am today.
This year I also discovered my affinity for shoulder bopping and just how many friends/lovers this single dance move can get a woman.
Appreciative cheers to you, 2004.
*It's at this time in my life I should've thanked my Mom, Grandma, Poppy, Brother, and Sister for putting up with my bullshit and loving me through it all. I am still a loser but a much more appreciative loser because of you all. All my love to the moon and back forever. XO.
2005: Drunk. Study. Exam. Work. Drunk. Home for holidays. Drunk. Study. Exam.
Just cheers.
2006: Drunk. Study. Exam. Work. Drunk. Home for holidays. Drunk. Study. Exam.
Just cheers.
2007: Drunk. Study. Exam. Work. Drunk. Home for holidays. Drunk. Study. Exam.
Just cheers.
2008: Huzzah! Piece of paper stating my very expensive education actually happened retrieved. Move to Chicago accomplished. Reunited with best friend from high school in small garden apartment. More new friends. Many jobs. Very poor. Baby kitten, The Future, retrieved! Drunk.
Feverish cheers to you, 2008.
2009: This year has been incredibly wonky. Up, down, bop around, twist, turn, scream, laugh, love. Lots of love, yes. New, improved living situation. Actual job as friend to insane people but still very poor. ROTHBURY. Uncle teabags, so many of them. San Francisco. Love. Laughs, hard ones. More new friends = super family love action party pants explosion.
Wide-eyed, very absorbent cheers to you, 2009.
2010: Seriously, bring it. I've learned some stuff.
Q: How did the past decade feel?
A: Pretty much like I was trying to hump a bear: see above.
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