the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker...
so. resolutions, eh?
- go home. top of the list.
- go to melbourne.
- acquire a car and go...somewhere. interesting. that i've never been before.
- make big important decisions on 2009 (when i'm going to return to australia, where in australia i'm going to return to, what i'm going to do as far as study goes...lovely things like that).
- make more time for people. i'm too selfish with my time. sometimes, reading porn seems more insistent that talking to people who have shit to deal with. reading porn can wait. really, it can. considering the porn i read largely involves pete wentz, the longer i leave it, the more realistic it will become.
- be less lazy.
- buy more ethically than what i have been doing.
- continue to be a good vegetarian and continue to keep making excuses to my conscience about the importance of cheese to my sanity.
- continue the creativity that smacked me in the face last year. that was delightfully unexpected. thinking i'd never write anything that wasn't an essay again, and then suddenly all these bunnies start biting? yeah. can handle that.
- learn how to play my guitar or my keyboard. learn not to suck at it.
- continue being a dedicated textahead.
- be more punctual! heh, in the 'on time' sense, not in the 'punctuate freely!' sense. although i will. my love of inappropriate punctuation! knows no bounds.
- be more honest and more forward and more direct. realise that, as obvious as you think you're being, you're really quite the hieroglyph sometimes.
- see as much live music as my poor bank account can handle. let music be the best therapist money can buy.
- have more experiences and leave the comfort zone more often.
- get your fleur de lys.
- don't let the genetics get you down.
- sit down with yourself and make 'worst case scenario' plans, expressly so the genetics don't get you down.
- make new friends. be yourself with them from the outset (let them know what they're getting themselves in for).
- investigate how to launch spectacular idea #24521 - chalkline designs.
- don't let your immediate 'you're wrong, they're right' response kick in when people start questioning your abilities.
- walk the damned dogs more often.
- take more photos.
- update lj at least once a fortnight, if only to ramble aimlessly.
- make a firm decision never to grow up.
- take the part of your brain that constantly wants to call emily and fucking blackbag it. seven years is ridiculous. realise that you were both to blame, that nothing could be done and that it's better that you each found out how unloveable the other was before you got married.
- continue to crush heavily on patrick stump.
- cling to cherie at every chance i get.
- continue to be a royal pest to matt.
- not cry at the airport when nick leaves the country.
- continue to love my non-genetic family like the world is ending.
*rereads* *frowns*
- learn how to pick a -person and a tense and fucking stick to it.
christmas was...okay. no fighting, but no family-feelings either. whatever. i got gift vouchers so all was not lost. i spent about $60 on dad and he thanked me all day long. i spent $120 on mum and got pretty much no response. she did, however, complain about the navman i bought them both so hey, that's something. next time, i'm so spending my tax return on me first.
now that i'm done being bitter *cough* boxing day was awesome. went to matt's place, encouraged his family to go to the uk and ate my heart out. watched transformers. watched (or tried to watch - pirated copies ftl!) it again tonight - the major thing that gets me about it is how insanely political it is. half the time, the america-bashing isn't even subtle. fucking brilliant :D matt bought me some cool stuff, including half a kilo of chocolate, which i made a dedicated effort to finishing in two days. i may now have diabetes, but hey, that's okay by me *s*
new years eve was kinda lame. went to claire's, got really drunk, passed out around 4am. woke up sans hangover, so the night was a success. kept telling myself that this one didn't matter because the next one will involve paris or london. constant reminders. team hails is totally doing this. really. even if the visa application has team hails terrified and concerned about the use of her biological data. doesn't matter.
oh, and sorry for the retarded text message that i sent out. i can't even remember what i wrote but i was all at peace with the world and was feeling spectacularly rambly. amazingly, i was not drunk at that point. drunk would've been the point where i keyed emily's number into my phone (it is burned into my brain) and hovered over the call button for a good thirty seconds. then i cleared it, smacked my own hand and promptly passed out. most appropriately timed pass-out ever, i'd say.
things since new years eve have been steady. nick's farewell was on saturday. spent half the night having deep and meaningfuls with julie (nick's mum) and the other half talking music with ally's boyfriend paul. i'm invited to his 30th. it's a rockstar theme. this is like candy to me. nick bought me a book of guitar music for classic rock songs. it's going to be amazing when i stop sucking at guitar. the amount i want to learn how to play 'jump' by van halen is fucking immeasurable. to do list: that.
tomorrow, i am going to the beach and i will determinedly not get burned. last year's lesson, where my legs went 'hey, we can has lymph fluid? hell yes!' was learned good and proper. besides, i am totally loving just how pale i am. i'm nearly fucking transparent. i'm waiting for the rest of my x-men powers to kick in.
so yeah. it's 3.30am. i'm going to go to bed soonish, but talk to me okay? how are you? tell me something fascinating. or something dull, i don't care. we'll laugh, it'll all be good. take care of you, kay? *blows kisses*
- go home. top of the list.
- go to melbourne.
- acquire a car and go...somewhere. interesting. that i've never been before.
- make big important decisions on 2009 (when i'm going to return to australia, where in australia i'm going to return to, what i'm going to do as far as study goes...lovely things like that).
- make more time for people. i'm too selfish with my time. sometimes, reading porn seems more insistent that talking to people who have shit to deal with. reading porn can wait. really, it can. considering the porn i read largely involves pete wentz, the longer i leave it, the more realistic it will become.
- be less lazy.
- buy more ethically than what i have been doing.
- continue to be a good vegetarian and continue to keep making excuses to my conscience about the importance of cheese to my sanity.
- continue the creativity that smacked me in the face last year. that was delightfully unexpected. thinking i'd never write anything that wasn't an essay again, and then suddenly all these bunnies start biting? yeah. can handle that.
- learn how to play my guitar or my keyboard. learn not to suck at it.
- continue being a dedicated textahead.
- be more punctual! heh, in the 'on time' sense, not in the 'punctuate freely!' sense. although i will. my love of inappropriate punctuation! knows no bounds.
- be more honest and more forward and more direct. realise that, as obvious as you think you're being, you're really quite the hieroglyph sometimes.
- see as much live music as my poor bank account can handle. let music be the best therapist money can buy.
- have more experiences and leave the comfort zone more often.
- get your fleur de lys.
- don't let the genetics get you down.
- sit down with yourself and make 'worst case scenario' plans, expressly so the genetics don't get you down.
- make new friends. be yourself with them from the outset (let them know what they're getting themselves in for).
- investigate how to launch spectacular idea #24521 - chalkline designs.
- don't let your immediate 'you're wrong, they're right' response kick in when people start questioning your abilities.
- walk the damned dogs more often.
- take more photos.
- update lj at least once a fortnight, if only to ramble aimlessly.
- make a firm decision never to grow up.
- take the part of your brain that constantly wants to call emily and fucking blackbag it. seven years is ridiculous. realise that you were both to blame, that nothing could be done and that it's better that you each found out how unloveable the other was before you got married.
- continue to crush heavily on patrick stump.
- cling to cherie at every chance i get.
- continue to be a royal pest to matt.
- not cry at the airport when nick leaves the country.
- continue to love my non-genetic family like the world is ending.
*rereads* *frowns*
- learn how to pick a -person and a tense and fucking stick to it.
christmas was...okay. no fighting, but no family-feelings either. whatever. i got gift vouchers so all was not lost. i spent about $60 on dad and he thanked me all day long. i spent $120 on mum and got pretty much no response. she did, however, complain about the navman i bought them both so hey, that's something. next time, i'm so spending my tax return on me first.
now that i'm done being bitter *cough* boxing day was awesome. went to matt's place, encouraged his family to go to the uk and ate my heart out. watched transformers. watched (or tried to watch - pirated copies ftl!) it again tonight - the major thing that gets me about it is how insanely political it is. half the time, the america-bashing isn't even subtle. fucking brilliant :D matt bought me some cool stuff, including half a kilo of chocolate, which i made a dedicated effort to finishing in two days. i may now have diabetes, but hey, that's okay by me *s*
new years eve was kinda lame. went to claire's, got really drunk, passed out around 4am. woke up sans hangover, so the night was a success. kept telling myself that this one didn't matter because the next one will involve paris or london. constant reminders. team hails is totally doing this. really. even if the visa application has team hails terrified and concerned about the use of her biological data. doesn't matter.
oh, and sorry for the retarded text message that i sent out. i can't even remember what i wrote but i was all at peace with the world and was feeling spectacularly rambly. amazingly, i was not drunk at that point. drunk would've been the point where i keyed emily's number into my phone (it is burned into my brain) and hovered over the call button for a good thirty seconds. then i cleared it, smacked my own hand and promptly passed out. most appropriately timed pass-out ever, i'd say.
things since new years eve have been steady. nick's farewell was on saturday. spent half the night having deep and meaningfuls with julie (nick's mum) and the other half talking music with ally's boyfriend paul. i'm invited to his 30th. it's a rockstar theme. this is like candy to me. nick bought me a book of guitar music for classic rock songs. it's going to be amazing when i stop sucking at guitar. the amount i want to learn how to play 'jump' by van halen is fucking immeasurable. to do list: that.
tomorrow, i am going to the beach and i will determinedly not get burned. last year's lesson, where my legs went 'hey, we can has lymph fluid? hell yes!' was learned good and proper. besides, i am totally loving just how pale i am. i'm nearly fucking transparent. i'm waiting for the rest of my x-men powers to kick in.
so yeah. it's 3.30am. i'm going to go to bed soonish, but talk to me okay? how are you? tell me something fascinating. or something dull, i don't care. we'll laugh, it'll all be good. take care of you, kay? *blows kisses*