Happy Nu Yer

2013 is practically over. I'm feeling a bit of that old nostalgia, kind of melancholy, but also a sweet, healthy, warm glow, reflected off the year that just happened and how much I lived. Last night I had the kind of night that I dream to have one New Year's Eve; I had dinner with my girlfriends from highschool and the Indian restaurant that we've been going to since we were sixteen, then I drove off to the house that Lewis is housesitting where a small lil group of us lazed about talking politics and Kanye West and playing Slenderman in a pitch black room. The boys were giggling like little kids, holding uncooked sausages in either hand and pointing in the air to the music we all love, where it goes and how it moves, why is it how it is and why do we love it so much.

I wish all New Years' could be this way, at home, comfortably tipsy, close to my love, talking about music and life and the year that just happened. Being young is complicated but I wouldn't swap it for anything; 20 has been a silly time for me, but my god, it's been glorious. 

Here's to New Year's Eve - I'll be thinking about all of you, readers, you are in my heart always. It sounds dramatic but it is true; this blog has been mine since I begun Year 12 which is now a long time ago, and as I was saying to my friend Kate last night, I forget that I'm not the only one who actually reads it. Last night we spoke about one tumultuous evening at the Evelyn Hotel earlier this year where I stumbled out of the bathroom and straight into her arms. Last night she said she knew me better than I actually realised she did, because she had read my blog, and was happy that it just happened to be me who fell out of the bathroom stall when she needed someone to hug. My heart broke and healed itself all at once when she said all of those things last night because that's just what my dreams have always been for this blog. I document my triumphs and my happiness but I also document my struggles, my bad habits, and how terrified I am of life a lot of the time. I will always speak honestly and candidly and if you have never met me in person, I hope to be the same weird little daydreamer that I am on this blog - and if I'm not, you'd better tell me to straighten up and fly right. 

Have a safe and enjoyable night - do yourself a favour and buy a sack of Fruity Lexia before you get to the bar you're going to where there's no drinks below $10 because what the fuck you guys I'm a musician and you might have full time jobs but I am saving up for a Nord and they are so expensive especially when you only have three shifts a week at the cafe over summer and your car's bumper is scraping along the ground in a terrifyingly desperate manner..........

Happy 2014!