Is it bad that I've basically trained my body to survive off of such low amounts of sleep?  At the end of the holiday season, I've brinked that point where I can stay up as late as I want and still feel like it's 2 in the afternoon rather than 2 AM {out in the pitch black dipped down into the twenties}. Maybe that'll be a part of my resolution, to patch up this seriously scewampous schedule.
    For New Years Eve, we basically party hopped. First Lindsey's ice cream social, then the stake dance, then a giant waffle party.

   Seriously, if all forms of modern entertainment failed, my dang-crazy friends would save the day with their hilarious stories and white dancing and just being themselves.  I'm kind of a ditzy girl myself {though at least I figured out how to spin the right direction by the second try} but what can I say?  I'll just admit that warm moment as hundreds of balloons fell from the ceiling, I kinda zoned out and wore that smile I've become used to lately.  
  Now I think the only reason I'm still sitting here writing is the exhilaration of seeing 1-1-13 for a date. How mind-blowing.