The new year brings with it a strange array of possibilities. Maybe I'll force myself, kicking and screaming, to leave the comfort of my apartment and interact with my peers. Maybe I'll make a list of things I've never done before, things I find intimidating or believe to be impossible, and actually do them. Maybe I'll really hunker down, write everything I want to write, ace all my classes, blossom as a late-season social butterfly, stop self-medicating, and find happiness and a not-at-all-hokey sense of inner peace.
Of course, I'm currently doing nothing to prevent Jasmine, one of my freshman year roommates, from entertaining the notion of setting me up on a blind date with her dentist, so in all likelihood, I'll spend the coming year getting stoned and glaring at my phone from behind a pillow every time it rings.
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dude, dentists can get you nitrous oxide and other good things. i'm just saying. maybe you should entertain the idea a little bit. oh yeah, "...stop self-medicating..." well, i guess, never mind. i'm sorry, that was my inner-druggie talking. what?
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