The end of the world, for starters.
But ifÂ Armageddon doesn't arrive, I can tell you where I'll be January 5th: WATCHING THE SEASON PREMIERE OF THE FIFTH SEASON OF MTV'S JERSEY SHORE.
(Yes, the use of all caps was loud, obnoxious and totally unnecessary...exactly like a fifth season of Jersey Shore, if you catch my drift.)
But despite the fact it's always the same old thing (Ronnie and Sammy fight and throw shit; Snookie and Deena dance and "accidentally" flash the camera--and, by proxy, the world; "The Situation" refers to himself in third person; Vinny and Pauly D keep the bromance alive; wash, rinse, repeat), I have to admit...I'M STOKED FOR THE SHORE BRA!
How many tears will be cried?! How manyroommates will Â try to hookup and succeed (hopefully not conceive)?! How much hairspray will be used--and ergo how much of the ozone will be depleted?!
All I can do for now is watch the trailer on repeat Â and wait.
Oh, and break to get my GTL on, naturally.