New Year's Eve

Had a New Year's Eve lunch with my family at Olive Garden today. 'Twas very enjoyable. I felt like I was about to blow up though; I ate so much. I like Olive Garden. /dork

-reminder to future self: currently listening to Adiemus; if you come across this post again, listen to this song and just BASK IN THE BEAUTY OF IT-

I just skimmed through my old posts and realized I have never blogged about going into a new year! (Or I might've skimmed badly and missed it. Who cares.)
*Also found upon skimming, I have 48 posts for the year 2011; 49 including this one. That's the most I've blogged in any year--winning?

Let's see, let's see.
Wayull. This is my last New Year's Eve as a Cumberland County student :( /unimportant

What does one talk about on New Year's Eve? Resolutions? Yes, Kenny. You speak of resolutions.

I'd like to go to college...and I guess that's already in the works :P I hope that my eventual final decision does not suck and I'm sure it won't. Is that even a resolution? ._.

I'd like to lose weight start working out. So supposedly the best way to burn fat is to lift weights or junk like that, and all I've done for the past few years is diet (which only makes you lose weight from your arms and look sickly). I tried jogging with and without Josh and it always turned out to be a failure. (Not necessarily because jogging doesn't work, but that I don't keep up with it and eventually stop.) I don't know, I've never really felt the ZEN of jogging. It's like, "God, why am I torturing myself? I hate this right now." Like Leslie Knope with salad. (Oh god, may this reference never become obscure.) Even with music in my ears, I feel paranoid that a car is going to hit me. So yeah, here's to getting a body that's worth looking at; "I work out!" (This reference can become obscure, it's not that important.)

What else, what else, what else?
I'm gonna google some common resolutions.

Oh, I just thought of one while the pages were loading.
Be confident in my homosexuality! Ra ra ah ah ah! I guess I'm still pretty quiet about it, but if anyone wants to call me a "faggot" then I'll stick my testicles in their mouth. (Not really. I'll probably just take it like a biznitch and cry myself to sleep.)
But yeah, when I get asked, "Are you gay?" I'm gonna be like, "Hell to the yes." (Not like it's any of your business anyways, unless you wanna do me <.<) But ALSO, I will not become absorbed in this. I am so much more than that and I am gonna take the world by the horns. (What does that even mean? Why would I take a bull by it's horns? Then it would bite me. What dumb slut came up with that? God. Maybe a hooker slut; one that liked to grab men's "horns". IDK. I'm using a lot of parentheses for this post. You know, I still get confused between quotation marks and parentheses? I used to call quotation marks parentheses in elementary school [and sometimes in middle school too!]. Oh snap, brackets in parentheses. Anyways, back to googling.)

Okay, a lot of health stuff is showing up. But I'm reading good tips!
-"Decide to stop eating when you're no longer hungry." Something I do is eat to the point that I'm full or even PAST full; actually, I pretty much just eat how much is put in front of me. So yeah, I'm gonna try to not overeat, which should work well...if I exercise tooo ._.
-"Make it a point to smile more and listen instead of just waiting to talk, or to pause and reflect before answering." I think I'm quite a talker. I need to listen more. And also, think about what I'm saying instead of trying to fill silences. Yeah. That should be good. I'm gonna make meeting strangers something a hell of a lot more enjoyable.

Oh, also--I'm sitting at home ALL ALONE for New Year's Eve. My mom is always reluctant to leave me at home by myself, but I told her that tonight she should go out and have fun with her friends. Even if she is home, I usually just shroud myself into my room and go on my computer /sad
And Kevin got a job! He's the Youth Director of Church of whateverthehell, but yeah, I'm really proud of him :P But yeah, he's there being introduced to the congregation for their special New Year's midnight service.
It's cool, I don't mind being alone. BUT, THIS DOES LEAD ME TO ANOTHER RESOLUTION.
Get out of the house more! Get off your computer! I have spent SO MUCH time at home on my computer this year, like oh my god. It's unhealthy. I need to socialize.

Did I mention I deactivated my Facebook?
I really am trying to get off the computer, haha. I activated it again after like three days, but I went on for like 10 minutes and then deactivated again. I'm really not missing much--I'll probably just reactivate it when people want to tag me in photos or I wanna upload a video or some junk. BUT HERE IS MY DEDICATION TO YOU, BLOGGER AND YOUTUBE.

After some more googling:
Oh good, here's an easy one: quit smoking! I don't even do that, so I'm on a roll! I guess a more sensical resolution would be like...don't smart smoking ._.

I guess that's all--let me scroll up and finalize this list.
-Decide on which college to go to!
-Focus on exercising while continuing watching what you eat!
-Be confident in being gay!
-Take the world by it's horns; kick the world's ass!
-Don't eat if you're not hungry anymore!
-Become better at conversations!
-Get off your computer and socialize!
-DON'T SMART SMOKING!

I think that's doable. (Like your mother. WINKAWINKA. Or should I say, your father. WINKAWINKA. Or should I say, BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME. No, I really shouldn't say any of that. That's gross D:)

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I don't want my last post of 2011 to just be a block of text. HOW BORING WOULD THAT BE, RIGHT? WHAT A SILLY GOOSE POST THAT WOULD BE. Let's see what pictures I have.

So how about on Christmas Eve, we went to a Chinese restaurant in Cary with our friend Mr. Ed and this is what my fortune cookie says:
NO WAIT, LET ME TELL YOU WHAT MY BROTHER'S SAID FIRST. His said something like "You will have a beautiful family and a beautiful life, blah blah blah." So I'm like "Oh dang, these are some optimistic-ass fortune cookies." WRONG.

Let me show you what I see when I open my fortune cookie:

Hold the HELL up, fortune cookie. First of all, why are you telling me to "Get over it." Get over what? The fact that a fortune cookie just told me to get over it? Second of all, why the hell are you telling me how to say it in Spanish? BITCH, I AM TAKING FRENCH.
SO ridiculous.

The other day, I was google imaging guys in suits, because:
1-I'm a creeper and I like to look at good looking guys in good looking suits.
2-I attempt to be fashionable and I hope to one day have a nice ass closet with some nice ass clothes in it.
Well, let me tell show you what came up.

Hot muscly guy. Being muscly in all his hotness.
HOWEVER, I am more than just a creeping creeper.
Look at this guy. How the hell did he tuck in that shirt with no backpuff? I try so hard to get my shirts to tuck in right, but I always have these awkward bags coming out from my waist. I even bought the right fitting shirts so that it would stop, and it doesn't. MOVING FURTHER DOWN.
Pants that fit well. I mean, I'm sure that comes along with being physically fit and all, but yeah, I would like it if my pants fit well like that one day.
AND FINALLY, THE SHOES. They curl up at the end. WHAT? How do they look so good?!
If I saw those in the store, I would definitely not have taken a second look. But now, I'm not gonna stereotype shoes. In fact, I have a dream that my two big feet will one day be in some shoes where they will not be judged by the strangeness of their design but by the cuteness of how they look on me.

Dang, I'm really outgaying myself. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, WHATEVER. IT'S A NEW YEAR AND I AM GONNA GAY IT UP IF I WANT TO. (I don't really think that counts as a reference to the Lesley Gore song, but I'm just letting you know that it was, in fact, a try.)

63 minutes to the new year. :)
What else, what else.

-many minutes later-

So I got these two pics off my phone:

And I made a lovely GIF of my family at our OG lunch :P

Well, I guess that's all; 40 minutes to a new year!
I can't wait to post post-2011. WORDPLAY.