It's New Year's Eve.

It's New Year's Eve.

And I'm sitting at home, watching Evanescence on MTV, with the scent of chicken sh!t wafting through the air. For some reason the damn chickens are crapping up a storm lately. That, coupled with the rainy weather and the sun causes sh!t-laced steam to drift through the compound. Nothing like the smell of fowl fecal matter in the morning eh?

Tonight I'm off to my aunt's for a New Year's Eve dinner. And after that everyone plans to go to church. My initial thought is: how boring.

I mean, do I really want to spend my New Year's sitting in a church full of people, most of whom I wouldn't really choose to spend New Year's with anyway, listening to a sermon? I've always spent Eves at parties with friends and family. That's how I've always loved ushering in the New Year. I suppose this could be a change of sorts, but it just seems so... I dunno... anti-climactic.

Some people have said to me that it's the excitement of the new year that matters, but I don't subscribe to that. For me, the excitement of ushering in the new year depends on the company I keep at that particular moment. I want to spend it with people that matter to me. I want to be surrounded with the people I care for. I want to be around that special someone.

Without all that, the new year means nothing.

Then again, perhaps I should spend it with God this year? Would going to church really mean that? Couldn't hurt, I suppose.