Are we playing for keeps?

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Recap of 2004, according to Vanessa E.:
1. Started off 2004 in HIGH SCHOOL. WHOA. Coming home at lunch, watching TV, going out to pick up my sister, going out to pick up my cousins, then "watching them." HAH. AKA making trouble.

2. Senior Prom- "The Petition" by Nishi. HAHA. Man, good times. Physio! Woot! That was fun. "PEGGY SUE'S! PEGGY SUE'S!" Getting lost in the Art Museum. And then PROM! Fun, but not as fun. Then GETTING DRUNK after. Woot. Me and Maureen, haha, back in the day, we were faded by four. haha. Good times.

3. Ren Faire- Rocking out with Roger Luu on stage. Awesome. Everyone was great. And I enjoyed Humanities. Magna Carta, making of the movie. That was nice.

4. Graduation! Saying goodbye to my buds. Well, kind of. Well, saying goodbye to our everyday routine. And yeah....sadness, happiness, looking up at the stars in the park with 1/2 of the people I was with were faded. Haha, funniness. Spilling your guts. Feeling like you're saying goodbye to something special. Hated high school. Letting go of everything, all that bad stuff.

5. Summer of extreme lounging. I don't even remember that shit. Turned 18! Killer birthday with the jumpy thing. Bought cigarettes and lotto.

6. August- Watching people go to college, going to college myself. Meeting three lovely people who are three of my favorite people in San Francisco. Roomies. 404. Bye San Jose. Good times, 404. We've got a countdown.

7. College- Getting all sorts of party. Party hard. Party alone. Overrated college parties. Oh man. So much. Re-meeting/making friends with Rosanne, Narciso, and Bryan T. Pledging for Kappa Psi Epsilon. Debating de-pledging. Pledging. Debating. Pledging. And I love my Etas. Much love. Good times. We're hardcore. Falling. Hard. Crushed. It's all good.

8. Coming home. Different me, I guess. Right, mom? She thinks I'm different.

9. Christmas...it was nice and lovely outside. Makes me warm.

10. I am here, now. Without 404, but it's okay. And I am sitting alone. Typing this. There is so much that happened in 2004, and it's hard to believe that so much growing was done in just a year. It's amazing. And if I could type out all of the times that stick out so sharply in my head, I would have to take a couple pages. This is true.

2004, good year. 2005 ????? All I have is an idea that probably won't happen, and expectations that I probably won't achieve, but hey, it's called hope. And everytime I'd like to kill hope, I can't help but let it kill me.