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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Monday, January 02, 2006
Aaaah, a New Year for, er, new things to happens and be all special. Hmmm. (Oops, starting the New Year cynically, that can't be good). To me, New Year's Resolutions have always seemed odd. I mean, what a weird time to try and quit something (which is usually what resolutions end up being). Why would anyone decide to quit smoking/drinking/chocolate/fatty food/being grumpy/swearing the day after presumably one of the biggest parties of the year? How are you supposed to quit eating so much chocolate, when you still have half of the Christmas pile leftover, huh? In fact, how are you supposed to avoid anything indulgent and comforty the day of a crappy hangover. And on a Sunday too. New habits are always much easily started on a Monday. I think Lent is far more the place for this kind of behaviour - not that I'm getting all religious on you. If Jesus had had to give up an addiction to alcohol, cigarettes and chocolate while he was out in the desert you can bet he would've been crawling out of there and damn sight quicker.
That said, here are my New Year's Resolutions:
1 Reduce consumption of chocolate. (Already failed, unless I put my entire year's allowance into New Years Day and have no chocolate from now hence - likely hmmm)
2 Try and develop some form of exercise routine - so I don't drop dead of a coronary before I'm 30.
3 Try and be a bit tougher (but not slip into a bitchy area) at work, and not let nasty people wind me up. (This I think is generally more of a lifetime goal)
4 Create a better writing routine - make sure I fit it in with my work.
5 And send my writing out with a little more fervour this year, and not let a couple of rejections make me stop. Must remember people have accepted my work before.
6 Read all the unread books on my shelf. (This is one of those resolutions you put on to sound good but know there's no way in hell you're gonna do it, no matter how nice it would be.)
7 Eat more vegetables (Hah! This one's just plain fictional!)
Looking at last year's resolutions, I always see what a pointless (albeit entertaining) exercise this can be. Last years:
"Get a better diet" - Mmmmm, no.
"Write at least two sodding plays and start arsing around" - I think I meant "stop arsing around", although that at least provides a notion of success. I've only written one full length play this year, but then again I've also written three one act plays: Teapot, Keeping Annabelle (two versions) and Birthday Greetings. So... whilst technically a fail, I feel happy about this one.
"Get another play put on" - Success there as the one act things went on in July, although I have a feeling that resolution may have been aiming for a professional show - but that would have been hugely optimistic anyway.
"Get good a Yoga" - Hmmmm. Well, I certainly got better at it this year than I was last year. If I hadn't had that stupid car accident maybe I would've been a bit more adventurous. (Ooh, I do love having a good excuse!)
"Minimal chocolate consumption" - Mahahahahaha! Ahem. Yeah, failed that one good and proper.
Must do better this year.
I have had quite a lovely Christmas - I really love going home and seeing family and stuff. I know most people find it a bit of a nightmare, but my family contains a good bunch of people who I always enjoy catching up with. Me and the Popo spend a decent amount of time seeing who can be the most irritating around the house, though whereas Momo is his main target, Fat Ass tends to be mine. Is it really wrong to try and flick your sister's nipple? I mean, surely it serves her right for not wearing a bra under a see through top, don't you think? (For the squeemish, I assure you this was late at night within our own home. Bras are not usually something she forgets to wear). Though when me and Popo turn on eachother Momo usually has to break it up before I end up shoving him over on his dodgy hip. Always know the weak spots ;)
Also got to meet up with friends I don't get to see as much as I should - Mr Aldreed, my Bear of a friend who I always have so much fun with whenever I actually manage to pin him down for a meetup. An all too brief meeting with Tall Boy before he jetted off to Australia for his holidays (Tut, the glamour of my friends). Yappety Dog and Digger came over for tea and lunch - couple meetings are always weird, as the nast boys tend to gang up and discuss what pains in the butt their girlfriends are. And then we mutter what horrible bastards they are, and it's all lovely. And another brief catchup with BronTOne as she was going to Somerset and Newcastle over Christmas.
I also got to visit the abode of the lovely Fluffy and her three adorable munchkins, in which I had a great time - I stayed way longer than I was initially supposed to, and remembered how nice it is to just hang out at your friend's house, having drinks, nattering and watching TV. I've not been around kids for a while either, so was worried whether I would either swear too much, or talk like one of those who thinks to talk to kids you needs to sound like you're talking to the mentally disabled. Or a pet. But all seemed to go well - apart from me making the youngest cry at one point, and me completely drying up when the middle one told me she loved me - I mean, seriously what do you say when a child says that to you?! Say it back and screw up their concept of love since you've only just met them and are unlikely to see them again for quite a while? Do the "No you don't!" thing, and make them think love is silly? Patronise them and go, "Awwww!". Ack. Kids are difficult - but if I end up even half as good as mother as Fluffy mine should turn out half decent.
Ooh, and in other New Year news, Fat Ass and Billy Zane are finally engaged! (Rings a little bell). The slushy fella got down on one knee in the Manchester wheel thingy and popped the question (possibly something else too, since he's rather afraid of heights!). This is gonna be a speedy buildup, so I predict 2006 to be a flurry of wedding plans and a stressed Popo. Think Father of the Bride's Steve Martin and add a Wigan accent and you're there. Meheh.
Have been spotting the vague look of panic in Cheesy's eyes ever since I started telling him about it. Poor thing has lost his safety net. Members of my family are not shy about demanding to know when wedding bells will ring, and there's always been the response "Oh, you know - after Fat Ass and Billy Zane" wink wink. After all, in a very "Taming of the Shrew" kind of way the older needs to get married first before you start harassing the younger sister, so she's always been the family focus. In the family, unfortunately, I'm the next in line.
We're now taking bets on how many times we get asked "So, when's the big day for you?" at both the engagement party and at the wedding itself.
Poor boy - I think weddings must be hardest on the boyfriends. Which means it will be excellently easy to wind him up about it. Mahahahahah!
10:40 am
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