Sitting drunk on a wagon to Mexico...
Well, well, well. 2008, huh? That came up fast.
My 2007 was grand...I think. Certainly an improvement on the steaming pile of goat turds that was 2006. There were highs, and there were lows.
I got a new job. w00t. Dropped out of Uni. Moved out of home for the second time. Got off my toosh and A) started learning bass and B) took up knitting. Met some new people. Partied an adequate amount. Dyed my hair pink. Kissed a couple of boys- dubious achievement that it is. Remained single. Saw one of my dearest friends get married, yet saw my father and stepmother's marriage dissolve into nothing. Got sick one too many times. Got drunk one too many times. Wrestled with my faith- again. Spent a lot of time nurturing my music collection, and not near enough time nurturing myself.
But yeah. Good times overall.
I have big resolutions. Lots. They are in bullet points (naturally) and under the cut.
*The first, most important, Big Daddy resolution is to make it to New York City to visit my beyootiful albauk and cynima, and then go to the Leeds Festival with Shani and others, and maybe do a bit of travelling around the UK while I'm at it. I must do this. I have not left New Zealand since 2001, or have set foot in the UK since 1997. Getting kinda antsy here. This will be interesting, as I am bollocks at saving, and I've no idea if I'll be able to get enough dosh together for flights, festival tickets and spending money without running to my parents. But, it must be done. You guys gotta help me, yeah?!
*Second Big Daddy resolution- get over my boy/relationship/singleness angst. By any means possible. I've been pining and aching for love since...well, since before I left high school! It's wasted a spazload of my time, has had me severely doubting myself, has tested even my relationships with female friends, and has basically made me fesking miserable. Time to quit. And, well, I've come to accept that I may well be single a few years yet. Possibly even for the long haul. So, yeah, may as well just get on with it, eh?
*Third Big Daddy resolution- make an informed choice not to let people get to me. "People" include A) certain friends, B) my boss and C) my father.
*And, speaking of my father, the fourth Big Daddy is to try and pursue a proper, healthy, adult relationship with the big daddy, regardless of who he happens to be sleeping with. Cos, y'know, that's nowt to do with me. He took my brother and I to Nelson for the day last week...and I realised that I had actually missed spending time with him, and that maybe I don't want us to be estranged after all.
*Fifth Big Daddy resolution- for Bob's sake, get writing again! This does not mean writing ministerials (for work) and LJ entries. The number of poems I've started and left unfinished since the end of '05 is revolting. Time to rectify that.
Sixth Big Daddy resolution- get my hairy butt to church EVERY. SINGLE. SUNDAY. Unless I'm on my deathbed, or not in the country. Screw the guilt complex, screw sleeping in, screw social anxiety...just gotta do it! Aw, and try spending time with the actual Big Daddy every day. Even for just five minutes. Cos when I pray, everything's that much more awesome.
And I have a few other, smaller resolutions. These are also under the cut, and in bullet points. Naturally.
*Take another flamenco class...and actually stick with it this time!
*Host a party/drinkies/gathering at my new place at least once a month. And no, Pip and Rosel, they will not all be dress-ups!
*Take a barista course
*Not even going to try and make it a resolution to lose weight. But, the plan is to eat just a touch healthier, and do a touch more exercise. And, then we'll see.
*Accept close to every text invitation to a party or out to town I get from friends. No more pulling the "quiet one in" line. Time to kick the social anxiety, once and for all. The party may suck, and I may just stay for an hour, but at least I was out interacting with people for a night.
*Do some research into volunteering for Youthline.
*Try and score a DJ-ing spot on VBC Radio. No idea if they accept non-students though.
*Take a Spanish night class, and possibly and French one.
*Carry on with knitting and bass.
Hmmmm. We all know I'm a fine one for making lists and big plans, patting myself on the back for getting somewhere, but not actually carrying anything through. Will be interesting to see if Big Daddy 1 actually goes ahead. Big Daddies 5 and 6 shouldn't be too bad if I'm tough on myself. Number 4 requires work on my father's part, so watch this space. #3 will be bloody difficult, but well worth it, and #2, knowing me, will be near impossible. As for the others...we shall see.
Oh well. Planning is fun.
Tomorrow we resume flat hunting (uck), do heaps of washing, and start sorting through the piles of junk in my room. And possibly go on another walk. Too much Christmas chocolate and New Year's booze. Yum.
Happy New Year, ya morons. ;P
My 2007 was grand...I think. Certainly an improvement on the steaming pile of goat turds that was 2006. There were highs, and there were lows.
I got a new job. w00t. Dropped out of Uni. Moved out of home for the second time. Got off my toosh and A) started learning bass and B) took up knitting. Met some new people. Partied an adequate amount. Dyed my hair pink. Kissed a couple of boys- dubious achievement that it is. Remained single. Saw one of my dearest friends get married, yet saw my father and stepmother's marriage dissolve into nothing. Got sick one too many times. Got drunk one too many times. Wrestled with my faith- again. Spent a lot of time nurturing my music collection, and not near enough time nurturing myself.
But yeah. Good times overall.
I have big resolutions. Lots. They are in bullet points (naturally) and under the cut.
*The first, most important, Big Daddy resolution is to make it to New York City to visit my beyootiful albauk and cynima, and then go to the Leeds Festival with Shani and others, and maybe do a bit of travelling around the UK while I'm at it. I must do this. I have not left New Zealand since 2001, or have set foot in the UK since 1997. Getting kinda antsy here. This will be interesting, as I am bollocks at saving, and I've no idea if I'll be able to get enough dosh together for flights, festival tickets and spending money without running to my parents. But, it must be done. You guys gotta help me, yeah?!
*Second Big Daddy resolution- get over my boy/relationship/singleness angst. By any means possible. I've been pining and aching for love since...well, since before I left high school! It's wasted a spazload of my time, has had me severely doubting myself, has tested even my relationships with female friends, and has basically made me fesking miserable. Time to quit. And, well, I've come to accept that I may well be single a few years yet. Possibly even for the long haul. So, yeah, may as well just get on with it, eh?
*Third Big Daddy resolution- make an informed choice not to let people get to me. "People" include A) certain friends, B) my boss and C) my father.
*And, speaking of my father, the fourth Big Daddy is to try and pursue a proper, healthy, adult relationship with the big daddy, regardless of who he happens to be sleeping with. Cos, y'know, that's nowt to do with me. He took my brother and I to Nelson for the day last week...and I realised that I had actually missed spending time with him, and that maybe I don't want us to be estranged after all.
*Fifth Big Daddy resolution- for Bob's sake, get writing again! This does not mean writing ministerials (for work) and LJ entries. The number of poems I've started and left unfinished since the end of '05 is revolting. Time to rectify that.
Sixth Big Daddy resolution- get my hairy butt to church EVERY. SINGLE. SUNDAY. Unless I'm on my deathbed, or not in the country. Screw the guilt complex, screw sleeping in, screw social anxiety...just gotta do it! Aw, and try spending time with the actual Big Daddy every day. Even for just five minutes. Cos when I pray, everything's that much more awesome.
And I have a few other, smaller resolutions. These are also under the cut, and in bullet points. Naturally.
*Take another flamenco class...and actually stick with it this time!
*Host a party/drinkies/gathering at my new place at least once a month. And no, Pip and Rosel, they will not all be dress-ups!
*Take a barista course
*Not even going to try and make it a resolution to lose weight. But, the plan is to eat just a touch healthier, and do a touch more exercise. And, then we'll see.
*Accept close to every text invitation to a party or out to town I get from friends. No more pulling the "quiet one in" line. Time to kick the social anxiety, once and for all. The party may suck, and I may just stay for an hour, but at least I was out interacting with people for a night.
*Do some research into volunteering for Youthline.
*Try and score a DJ-ing spot on VBC Radio. No idea if they accept non-students though.
*Take a Spanish night class, and possibly and French one.
*Carry on with knitting and bass.
Hmmmm. We all know I'm a fine one for making lists and big plans, patting myself on the back for getting somewhere, but not actually carrying anything through. Will be interesting to see if Big Daddy 1 actually goes ahead. Big Daddies 5 and 6 shouldn't be too bad if I'm tough on myself. Number 4 requires work on my father's part, so watch this space. #3 will be bloody difficult, but well worth it, and #2, knowing me, will be near impossible. As for the others...we shall see.
Oh well. Planning is fun.
Tomorrow we resume flat hunting (uck), do heaps of washing, and start sorting through the piles of junk in my room. And possibly go on another walk. Too much Christmas chocolate and New Year's booze. Yum.
Happy New Year, ya morons. ;P