That's it.

This year is over.
In 2007:
I acknowledged the fact that I had a miscarriage.
I failed out of college.
I got dumped.
I moved.
I got put on antidepressants.
I went off the antidepressants.
I experimented with free love.
I spent a lot of time with Kenny Sunshine without finding out what his deal was.
I worked on that screenplay I was writing.
I gave up on the screenplay again.
I was drunk for two weeks straight.
I threw a party and it bombed.
I started going to hair school.
I almost got kicked out of hair school for bad attendance.
I got robbed.
I had to deal with rats.
I had to deal with my electricity bill being fucked up.
I had to deal with living with someone I just met a year ago.
I went to wisconsin.
I went to urbana.
I went to Kansas city.
I was hungry. A lot.
I was a pack a day smoker for a few weeks.
I had an awesome group of friends.
I watched most of those friends disappear.
I couch surfed.
I wrote a lot of songs.
I rode the CTA.
I dyed my hair.
I cut all of my hair off.
I baked.
I got in some sort of pseudo fight that I didn't want to be in over blogs.
I stopped blogging.
I started a photo blog.
I published a zine.
I lost wieght that I wanted to keep.
I destroyed two pairs of pants.
I stopped wearing deoderant.
I got robbed again.
I met Michael Lovely.
I stayed up all night.
I drank a few energy drinks.
I lost a grandfather when Andrea's grandfather died.
I had dreams.
I had nightmares.
I spent six days in the psychiatric unit at Christ hospital.
I went back on antidepressants and also antipsychotics.
I worked on a play.
I went to a party and danced.
I found out my mom was pregnant.
I stopped biting my nails.
I wrote most of a play.
I drank endless cups of coffee.
I overdrew my bank account to buy cigarettes.
I became more radical.
I broke hearts. Namely my own over and over and over again.
I found a new apartment.
I turned my legs into a jigsaw puzzle.
I bought a thong.
I felt guilty about every unnecessary purchase I made.
I felt guilty about a lot of necessary purchases I made.
I washed my clothes in the bathtub.
I got a cat.
I had panic attacks.
I ended up in train stations with nowhere to go.
I broke my cell phone in half.
I stopped watching tv.
I read a decent amount of books.
I reread a decent amount of books.
I was late.
I was early.
I was, for once in my life, on fucking time.
I drove a lot.
I stopped having car insurance.
I shaved, at different times, a question mark, an equals sign, a leaf, a tree, parenthesis, and an upwards pointing arrow into my pubic hair.
Such a long, long, long year. Good stuff, but the bad outweighs the good.
Hopefully I can keep the good things.
By the powers vested in me as the leader of the chicago heights literary mafia, I am declaring 2007 officially over. It is now 2008.
It's all beginnings from here.
Happy new year, everyone!