I was all set to have a happy New Year. I mean I did. My party was AWESOME and we took many pictures (WEE!) but I’m talking in terms of a new YEAR. A new attitude! New weight loss! New things to explore and discover, possibly new revelations of life, love and happiness.

Of course during these discoveries, I imagine myself to be dressed very prettily and gazing out on some bridge or waterfront while the Dawson’s Creek soundtrack plays in the distance. And I fall deeeeeeeply in love and write a television sitcom and have a baby by the age of 26 with no epidural, all of this being documented on TLC’s “A Baby Story”.

This, my friends, is what this year is SUPPOSED to be. BRAND NEW. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

Well. I’ll tell you what’s been possible so far.

It’s possible that my roommate borrowed my car and left the headlights on, thereby killing the battery because we didn’t notice for 4 days. It is also possible that when they tried to fix the car, they noticed the starter was also broken. It is also possible that this venture cost me $448.

It’s possible I had to take the subway to the ghetto to retrieve my car and face a girl working at the mechanic office with huge Queens nails and hair. When I slid my credit card over, trying not to cry, it is also possible she mentioned something like, “We only take cash.”

It’s possible that during my run today, I literally RAN into two, count ‘em TWO, Christmas trees that were out on the sidewalk waiting to be picked up by the garbage men. One, okay fine Laura, you didn’t see the huge ass Christmas tree LAYING ON THE CONCRETE. But two? TWO? I just spent the past 10 minutes plucking pine needles from my gray yoga pants. I don’t know if I am really blind or perhaps was just really into the new Ashlee Simpson song on my ipod.

It’s possible that my roommate is leaving on tour next week and that we had a subletter set up, someone I knew and someone that is fabulous. It is possible that this fabulous person just got a show in Kansas and will not be moving in, leaving us approximately 7 days to find someone new. It is possible, I am stressed.

I should’ve known the year would start this way, given how the New Year’s Eve bash went down.

It is possible that I remained sober at my New Year’s party despite ridiculous amounts of available alcohol! It’s possible that my sister and her boyfriend showed up and we had a GRAND OLD TIME! It’s possible that around 12:30, Tom busted out the ever-popular early 90′s board game “Mall Madness” and played it for well over 45 minutes.

It’s possible that after the ball dropped, Lindsay started shouting that we needed to grab a bag and walk around the block. We were, naturally, getting rid of our 2005 baggage. We walked ’round the streets of Astoria yelling and carrying on and possibly doing some pas de bourrées.

It’s possible that when the ball dropped, I had no one to kiss.

Except my sister and my best friends in the whole world. But not in a romantic way. Because that? Would be gross.

It’s possible that the next day we went to the diner like EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHER and it took them an HOUR to bring the food and when they did, it was all wrong and awful. It’s possible that everyone was hungover but me because I did not drink! It’s possible that we spent Sunday lounging around watching Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion when Lindsay decided to make Jell-o shots around 2 pm.

I gave her a puzzled look and asked her if she was indeed a member of a fraternity.

Around 5 pm she busted them out of the freezer and PEER PRESSURED me into having some since I was the epitome of pure the evening before. Now, I don’t normally do Jell-o shots on a Sunday afternoon around five with work the next day but hey, Lindsay means a lot to me. I also decide to throw in a glass of wine for good measure.

Before you know it, I am way tipsy and dancing around the living room to “It’s Raining Men” with Erica and Hallie.

And possibly then, everyone decided it was getting late and they had to be getting home.

Leaving me COMPLETELY ALONE, slightly sloshed, to watch the end of “Angels in America” and eat an entire box of macaroni and cheese.

Doesn’t that just set up this entire year for me?!?!?!?

I mean, why am I even surprised that within the first week of 2006, I spent nearly $500 in car repairs and ran headfirst into Christmas trees? Geeez.

In actuality, I’m okay. I’m really thrilled to let all this slide off my back and get on track. I’ve done three seminars at Actor’s Connection so far already. I can’t tell you how it went because then? I’d have to kill you.

One of my New Year’s resolutions is to take a vacation. Probably not anytime soon but maybe spring. And if I have to go alone, I will.

Troy moved in on Thursday night and we have been having an absolute blast.

Another New Year’s resolution is to make Adam clean that sketchy jar of pickles out of the fridge before he goes on tour.

It’s been there since May.

But hey that’s what boys are for, right?

I’m certainly not touching it.

Have a better week than me, kids.

Mounting the trail, but you’ve got it in sight
Sometimes the only way is jumping–
I hope you’re not afraid of heights
Reach in my pocket for a bill that isn’t there
And to face all of the undoings
Still isn’t more than I can bear…”

Peace.