I spent last night reading The Brothers Karamazov in an acquaintance's kitchen while he and a horde of people got drunk and high in his garage. But at least my SO and my good friend were playing excellent music for a while. And at least a particular friend of mine didn't throw up all over the place, requiring me to wipe her face off and hold back her hair while she tried to make out with me before passing out on the toilet, like last New Year's Eve.
2005 was applying Early Decision and getting accepted to Smith, getting dumped after an almost three-year relationship, starting another relationship that just passed the one-year mark, doing better academically in my senior year of high school than in any year previously, making new friends and losing some old ones, the death of loved ones, moving to the Great White North, surviving my first semester of college, and lots of good, old-fashioned personal growth.
Happy New Year, "y'all." Good luck in the coming year.