I think maybe having to get regular blood tests is my punishment for never donating blood. I never really had a good reason. I’m not afraid of needles. Always felt like it would weaken me even though I pretty much knew that wasn’t the case. Oh well.
Last night I dreamt that I would get to be with my true love in the
afterlife… but not before then. 
I hope everyone reading this (that’s you!) has a wonderful 2008! Personally, 2007 was an up and down year … my back injury left a scar on the early part of the year, May brought amazing times in Vegas, and July brought 2 of the most memorable weekends of the year in the Indian/Nepalese Heritage Camp and Wyoming. September had to be one of the best though with trips to Crested Butte, Buffalo Creek, 3 concerts at Red Rocks including Muse (the best concert I’ve ever been to), and lots of drinking for some reason. And just to keep the world in balance, October was bad … real bad … with relationship issues and weeks of illness, but it ended with a fun, relaxing trip to Dallas where I tore up some expensive cars on the closed courses at Taste Of Lexus. 
November to mid-December were also really good times in terms of relationship, volunteering for Habitat for Humanity and finally deciding to go to college! And here, the last few weeks of the year have been kinda tough … having 12 days off with most everyone out of town, going through some tough times and making some realizations about myself and the relationship that I’m in.
So what a rollercoaster of a year! … I suppose that’s how life is. I’m optimistic about the new year, though. I feel like the building blocks are in place for it to be a great year for me! In the meantime, the year changes, but the resolutions remain the same: workout more, figure out what I want to do in life, and find someone to share it with.
And no, I wasn’t blogging on New Years Eve … this was a post from my cell phone (as noted by the “mobile” category on the post). In this particular case, I composed the post beforehand, and posted it from my phone. Yes, I’m a dork.
(and yes, I recognize the irony of the title of this post)
I’m at a bar, and I’m finding that I can’t be on my feet for too long because my back’s weak because of the brace. This sucks.