the habit of being

I’ve got a serious case of millennial melodrama. Of course it has nothing to do with Y2K, that being such a bust, but I can’t write my first post of The Year 2000 without using some form of the word millennium. Yes, I’m fully aware that it doesn’t really start until next year. I was telling people that months ago. Was it annoying then too? Geez, I’m sorry. I’ve had that whole spiel thrown at me so many times in the last few days it’s gotten much much worse than the whole misuse of the word in the first place. We all know 2000 is damn important. Three zeros in a row! That’s an event.

I went to a party. I was out until 2 AM. It goes without saying that I was completely miserable. I guess I needed a reminder of just how removed I am from Statesboro High School society. My God, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had such an awful night. I should have stayed home and called James at midnight like I wanted to. I went to this horrid little event as a favor to the hostess. I’m sure I’d have been doing her the greater service by refusing her invitation. I don’t think my sitting around looking like I’d rather have my wisdom teeth pulled than be around her guests really helped the festivity level of Becky’s get-together.

Before I was forced to endure obnoxious guys with electric guitars, the Backstreet Boys, and Truth or Dare, some nice things happened. I got a package in the mail from Jenna (of GHP fame). I hadn’t had any contact with her since we ate lunch together at the Atlanta Bread Company after being officially released from the Magic Square (Governor’s Honors Program-friendly sector of the Valdosta State University campus) in July, so I was quite pleasantly surprised. She sent me candy and little plastic creatures and Garbage Pail Kids stickers and various Bettie Page goodies. She addressed her note to “Katharine dear.” I feel rather hip. I am dear and I have a 3d Bettie Page comic book.

The day before that, the 30th, I went on an adventure with my mom to the Claxton Goodwill store. I got a hat I’ve been living in ever since. I absolutely love my hat. Love it love it love it. I needed this hat desperately. Some guy at Becky’s party said he liked the hat, so there’s a good thing about my New Year’s Eve experience. I knew there must be something.

I made a few other purchases from the Claxton Goodwill store, including a strapless bra and a secret gift for Jennifer. Jennifer should start bugging me if she doesn’t get said gift in the mail sometime soon.

That brings us back around to today, I suppose. Technically yesterday.. it’s after midnight. I watched a couple movies (Full Metal Jacket and Hilary and Jackie) and ate some sinful ice cream.

I fell into melodrama. Oh what a fright. I think that’s a Jennifer expression. It fits.

Starting tomorrow, I’ll begin work on my New Year’s resolution to become a better writer. For now, I’ll start working on getting some sleep.