the end is just the beginning of something else

I started off December 31st really discouraged. I actually have yet to have a super fun New Year's Eve and I feel like if my mother let me out of the house for once that I would be able to actually have fun, but no, she's always worried about me driving with all the drunk people driving out there. Every year I dress up, too--like I'm prepared to get out and maybe, just maybe, she'll let me go out. But every single year she says no and I can't tell you how frustrating it is. So instead, I get to stay home and I invite friends over but they're all busy going out or having their own parties. I've always wanted to like New Year's Eve, too, so I've told myself that when I move out I'm going to have a party at my house every New Year's Eve. And I will probably enjoy it then. Now, I can't totally complain--I did have some fun. My grandparents have come for the whole winter break and we played poker and of course I lost, I have such bad luck with gambling. Hahaha :) So that was fun. And one of my friends asked if he could come over and I said sure, even though I didn't really care if he came over or not. I wanted to hang out with my girl friends, essentially. Oh well. There's always this year's, and I'll probably dress up, and I'll pray to God that my mom looses her grip around my wrist because it's starting to get too tight.

I'm looking forward to 2014. I always try to think about what good and unfortunate things will happen to me throughout the year, and when I look back on December 31st, I realize that everything I thought would happen to me never does--and that's a good and bad thing. I do think that things happen for a reason, though, and just not knowing the future can be a blessing, too. 

I've been trying to formulate a New Year's Resolution and I think I've got one...start traveling! I want to start exploring the world. :)