The trend in weblogs for ringing in the New Year seems to be a dead split between resolutions that might not be upheld and a litany of excellent things about 2001 that never came to light through the actual process of blogging. So, in the spirit of my general disagreeance and spitefulness this past weekend, here are the reasons why my year sucked (in roughly chronological order):

My grandmother dies; i proceed to get so sick that i miss the funeral (never to be forgiven by family). (!)

I have to drop a class for the first time. (!)

The weekend of my dress rehearsals for Good Woman of Setzuan i am diagnosed with Pneumonia and Bronchitis. I have to argue not to be admitted to the hospital so i can start going to rehearsals again. Upon my return I forget an entire verse of my big song on opening night (at this point being generally attributed to my medication, which i will neither confirm nor deny). (!)

My first girlfriend wound up being somewhat of a psycho/bitch; horrible breakup ensues. (!)

I managed not to fail anything despite all of the above circumstances, but garner my first C (in Recording Class) (!)

I have no spring vacation; i immediately started work at Admissions after classes ended. (!)

I am totally miserable in my apartment; i don’t speak much to my roommate. (!)

I miserably quit blogging for an entire week when my archives disappear. (!)

I do not leave the city once during the entire summer. (!)

I spend the majority of the summer wondering where i’ll be living in September. (!)

I sign up to attend the Philadelphia Folk Fest and then have to back out because of work and moving into my new apartment. (!)

I step in to give the counselor-of-the-day presentation one Tuesday in September, because the counselor in question was to horror-stricken to speak. (!)

I enter a rather depressive haze and let details about it slip to my mother, who becomes physically ill at the thought of my mental instability. (!)

I am admitted to the hospital for four days only to be told absolutely nothing is wrong with me. (!)

I endlessly deliberate over a first date with someone who lives across the country from me and who i like very much — only to be romantically rebuffed. (!)

I spend the entire last weekend of the year in the most dire of blah moods. (!)

So, that’s my year. At a glance, 2001 looks as though it might have been my worst year ever pound for pound. However, lest we all despair for my miserable year, click the end of each phrase for the happy ending that i might not have hinted at while blogging. And, in case i haven’t mentioned it, Happy New Year.