New Years and Geneva

1. New Years
After a good afternoon lolling around in my cousins' apartment, and watching part of another weird ass Kubrick movie, fluff myself up Sarah style (muy glitter et squeeze into those jeans u ain't got ur ass into since Summer) hop into car with cousin we shall hence forth be calling Stefan. Have a lovely heart to heart with him while noticing the curious amount of drempels in the country of Belgium.
Once at the abode of my uncle and aunt, giggle away like the little school girl that i am along with Tom and we totally make ourselves a lot more hyper than we should be for a scouts new years and a scouts prepared new years dinner. After Tom insists we shall not be fashionably late to a scouts party but be retardedly early, we gag him with a spoon throw him in the boot of the car and go there...fashionably early. The party is already *jumpin'* by the time we are there, and i am thrown into a room with 25 Flem scouts. It is a beautiful sight...all this youth intermingling with champagne glasses. They talk and i have no clue what their saying 95% of the time, but my dashing smile blinds them all into speaking english. Belgian ppl speaking english rocks. me speaking flemish is non existant :)
So we are seated at this long table and wait for food. EVERYONE smokes. not just cigarettes, but cigarillos and cigars. Tom decides that blowing cigar smoke in my hair is a funny thing. I sadly do not agree with this and accidentally hit his face a few times. There is a lot of cunning food throwing, playing with the candles and telling people that smoking is bad for them. I eat more than i should (!! i know) and add those extra 3 kilos to the resolutions list.
After that we all go back to the bar area and schmooze for a bit. We watch a bad countdown program on the telly and HAPPY NEW YEAR. then we haved to kiss everyone in the room; Everyone. And certain male scouts in the room kiss each other twice on the cheek and then once lightly on the lips, i find this weird. Then this one guy with heavy flem dialect asks me"soo what uur name lassiieee", me responding; "yEaaaahh".
*Soy uuun marinerooo, soooy un capitan*
SO, where was i? Oh yeah and the Tom gets bored. The eternal tom gets bored. So i decide to stay, because i've come here to get LAID :D (i'm kidding, honest, i am). So one of the scouts, kinda cute one really :), offers me a ride on his ...wait for it...moped, now this moped was like a super moped because it fit both his little ass and my massive one at the same time. 25 km an hour, helmetless, liscenceless down a pothole full coutry road at 2 in the morning Sarah realises " What the hell am i doing here". Admitedly i had gotten more tipsy along the night, had headbanged to Liquido for 3 minutes straight, i mean if that doesn't proove it what does :P The party was kinda lame and my semi drunken state all i wanted to do was kiss the dude. I did not do that because as they say in Lithuanian tradition *correct me if i'm wrong* whatever happens right at new years determines what the rest of the year will be like. I didn't want ti to be kissing 17 yr old scouts.

2. Geneva (tribute to those who were there)
A lot more lolling around, seeing people i honestly haven't seen for 3 monthes. It was scary how much i missed these people i had started to find too close for my comfort. Like the average Geneva group who went out every night in the Summer and the faces we'd all grown a little tired of seeing day after day, i was trying to suck in every last drop of their character facial expression and voice, because i miss my highschool friends so damn much. Even the most idiotic character in my life there, struck a special chord.
Seeing Yasi and having someone laugh over the same old stupid things i said was like aww. Seeing Bibi who i thought i had drifted away from a little was amazing because we suddenly had this crazy connection in sense of humor again. Seeing Marion who was my buddy through nearly yhe whole thing gave this odd chill because it was like woah man we've been through crazy much and you've stayed here while i'm in the US and i keep reminded myself the reasons why i left he familiar. Miss being really immature and silly with marion :) Miss Niccolo even who i thought at certain points in this year i might probably never want to talk to has become one of the more considerate people i know. I miss how I talked about everything in my life with Aye aye, she was in all my classes and we still just picked up like that the random conversational tangents. And Francesco, mann, the boy who has also been there since the beginning practically a brother the one who i could say anything to and everyone so matured and so moved on. Lilach from the army, what the hell u doing there Lilach :) a little more cynical maybe but at heart the same wise moral standpoint i clung on to for dear life when things got a little more rocky in life. Shyambo, we talked through these three monthes but its not the same, its that smile that goes with Sarahli and that nudge nudge at every sentence, i miss the good old Geneva sense of humor *sigh*.