2011
Happy New Year!
I haven’t been on here in ages, but…start as you mean to go on. I’m back. Perhaps temporarily but still, back.
2011. New Year. God. 2010 was a bit of a bitch for me. Not a bad year, but a hard one. Lots to do. Lots of change. But I’m hoping this year will be a little LOT easier.
New Year’s Resolution? Well, last year’s was to pass my driving test. In fact, that has been my NYR for the last few years…BUT I didn’t give up and I now have a super cute pink driving licence, which I use only when I get asked for ID because I sort of haven’t driven since…
This year’s, apart from the usual aim to be a little healthier (as is the same with most girls) is to enjoy myself a bit more. At the tender age of 22 (23 on 25th January - fuuuuuuck) I have a social life comparable to that of a 90 year-old pensioner. In fact, that is actually offensive, because at least they go to bingo and have friends and stuff.
No, this year, I will be a social butterfly…perhaps moth…baby steps. I want to catch up with my old friend Gym (my arse is growing at an alarming rate - blame pigs in blankets), see my friends more, leave home for something a little more exciting than work, go on holiday (this is a neccessity - have fears of death otherwise) and just generally learn to have fun again.
Last year I bought a house, moved out of the flat, moved into the house, decorated house, attacked garden (garden was/still is in manner of Secret Garden pre-nurture), adopted dog (realised responsibility of being someone’s mother and have since added a couple more years to the I’m Ready For A Baby step), decorated house some more, worked like a bitch and generally forgot how to have fun. It was a year of achievement and hard work. Oh yay.
This year I will decorate house a little bit (just a teeny bit) and then spend the rest of the time smiling and being cool and sophisticated like heroines from books or similar. Oh. And drink wine.
Will also write novel and become hugely rich and successful, may use name or think of witty pseudonym and in the author’s bit at the end, there will just be a picture of my dog or something. Oh and will also turn down X Factor even though Simon will beg and Cheryl will want to be my best friend.
Yep. All in a year’s work.
