New Year’s Eve 4
You know you were pretty hammered on New Year’s Eve when you discover photos on your camera that you have no recollection of taking. I present to you… a brief glimpse into my New Years Eve ‘10:




You know you were pretty hammered on New Year’s Eve when you discover photos on your camera that you have no recollection of taking. I present to you… a brief glimpse into my New Years Eve ‘10:




Now that my hangover has subsided to the point that I can sit up, I guess it’s time to see how I did with my 2009 New Year’s Resolutions. Let’s have at it, shall we?
“1.) Knit a sweater.” – Nope. Didn’t happen. I started one but I screwed up, freaked out, and ripped apart the whole thing.
“2.) Take a vacation.” – That didn’t happen either.
“3.) Lose 20 lbs.” – Major fail. I did lose 5 pounds, though.
“4.) Partake in Project 365.” – Fail. I made it to May.
“5.) FIND A NEW JOB!” – SUCCESS!
“6.) Use my savings account for actual savings.” – No, but I did open up a new savings account at my work’s credit union.
“7.) Buy some new clothes.” – I did! Lots of clothes. I need to dress to impress at work.
“8.) Get organized.” – I have no idea what the hell I was talking about with this one.
“9.) Reconnect with old friends.” – Sort of success. Thanks, Facebook.
10.) Get to at least one sports event this year.” – Success!
Four out of ten ain’t bad! Especially since I did the biggest one of all – found a new job.
So, for 2010, I resolve to:
1.) Lose the dreaded 20 pounds
2.) Spend more time with my boyfriend
3.) Buy a new car
4.) Actually finish Project 365
5.) Take a fucking vacation
6.) Knit a sweater
7.) Get more sleep
8.) Eat better
9.) Save more money
10.) Get a tan
I wonder if I’ll complete any of these.

Yes, that’s the Angela version 20yrs up there, patiently waiting for the Y2K bug to doom us all in Boston’s Government Center. I wanted to party like it was 1999 (does it ever get old?!). Looking back at that photo, it blows my mind that it was taken ten years ago. That’s the funny thing about getting older… time begins to pass by quicker and quicker. Remember being in third grade and the year dragggggggggggggggged on, almost into infinity. Then… BAM!… you wake up one morning to find yourself 30 years old with gray hair sprouting, your kitchen table covered in bills, and you haven’t shaved your legs in a month because, god damn it, you’re just too damn tired (or maybe that’s just me).
The 00’s – or “aughts” or “naughts” or whatever the fuck they’re calling this decade – were good to me. I did enjoy almost my entire 20s in ‘em and if you can’t enjoy your 20s, then you’re just screwed because it’s all downhill from there, right? I began the decade as a fresh-faced 20-year-old (view above) and am leaving it a jaded 30-year-old with a new lease on life. So much has happened in these past ten years. Some good, some bad, but overall, I experienced a boatload of that “life experience” shit that all the old folks talk about.
A few of the highlights:
In 2000 I:
In 2001 I:
In 2002 I:
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In 2005 I:
In 2006 I:
In 2007 I:
In 2008 I:
In 2009 I:
Here’s to an awesome 2010!
I'm Angela - a 30-something (OMG!) administrative assistant working in Cambridge, MA. I'm consumed by my endless devotion to the New England Patriots and I knit to kick off some steam. Oh, and I have a really whacky boyfriend to keep me entertained.
until the NFL Draft!