Movin' on up

And 2006 is over. Highlights were many (being done with my exams tops this list, but this might be edged out by my "close encounter" with an Elvis tribute star), and we'll just ignore the lower points.

I rang in New Year's asleep in the back seat of a car. Which brought back some good high school memories. Uh . . .

I went to Boise yesterday to go to the Humanitarian Bowl, Miami vs. Nevada. By the way, how scary is Miami's mascot? He looked like Howard the Duck on crack, while being simultaneously possessed by the Dark Lord himself. And Howard the Duck is scary enough on his own.

Anyways, it was so freaking cold there. I'm pretty sure some of my lady bits froze and fell off. And that's a pretty image. David and Heather and I sat in front of some real winners, too. Best comment from them: "Dude, I think my taint is frozen." Eww. Makes the image from my frozen lady bits pale in comparison, yes?

We headed back to Pocatello after the game, and that's why I was asleep when 2006 turned into 2007. But I did get a drunken text message to wish me a happy New Year. And you know who you are. Please don't send me text messages--I hate them. You know I prefer drunken voice mails.

Ok, and a fair warning to everyone: if you tell me that your New Year's resolution is to not make a New Year's resolution, I will vomit. Automatic ass-kicking.

My New Year's resolution is to move out of my ghetto apartment, by the way. Any funds you could send me to help me achieve this goal would be greatly appreciated, too. Unless you want me to fail, which makes you a horrible, heartless person. Maybe your New Year's resolution should be to help your fellow (wo)man. Selfish bastards.

So happy New Year!