That one thing where you put your first entry from every month in a post and you can reflect on a year in the Key of Jenn.
(I chose my favorite part from the first-entry-from-every-month.  Because, you know, sometimes I build my posts up from the bottom.)

JANUARY

“It was one of those moments where the neurological spitfire that is my brain’s inner monologue and speech production had no consideration for my potential embarrassment. “

FEBRUARY

“I’m not, NOT switching from Blurty to LiveJournal.”

MARCH

“Nearly a week later, we’re still piecing together Thursday night.”

APRIL

“I just learned that Zak Starkey (Ringo’s son) will be the new drummer for Oasis’s current tour. I bet Noel and Liam are creaming their pants. “

MAY

“The band shirt - specifically the power of the Who shirt - differentiates you. It says, ‘I’m not a size 2, but at least I have good musical taste.’ It’s the ideal conversation starter, and weeds out the guys whose favorite band is whoever plays at their frat that weekend.”

JUNE

“Am I the only one who really wouldn’t mind getting groped by a drunk Christian Slater?”

JULY

Before leaving, The Brit confessed: “I told you I was from Manchester.  I’m actually from Sheffield.”

“Oh.”  He could have told me he was from Mars, with that accent.  “Sheffield.  Like in novels, by Jane Austen.”

“Yeah,” he shot back….”I fucked her.”

AUGUST

“For the next twenty minutes I drunkenly pretended to be ___________, some girl Drew thought he knew who worked at the student rec center.  This included two shots of really good tequila and some other novelty shot with rumplemintz.”

SEPTEMBER

“Bitch. Moan. Growing up sucks. Complain. Blah. Argh. “

OCTOBER

“It’s 2:30 am. Do you know where your Jenn is?”

NOVEMBER

“By ‘Game Night,’ I mean most employees played poker.  I watched video game playing for a few hours.  In sum, Game Night was Summer of 1999. ”

DECEMBER

“This is fucking crazy delicious agony.”