The First "True" Post of 2012

I don't think that posts solely containing pictures of puppies really constitutes an adequate blog for entering the year, so I've decided to ignore the fact that it was posted completely before this one. It doesn't have enough words for it to be a real blog... merely picturess...

Herllo. I am writing from the second Sunday of 2012, (the 8th of January)because I didn't have last Sunday off work. In fact, I haven't had a Sunday off work in about four months or so until now, and I'm at a loss for what to truly do today. Of course, I have neglected any duties for posting blogs and such because a) I am lazy and b) I am just too busy. Now I have mustered up energy to look ahead at the rest of this year.. 8 days into the whole thing of course.

I know we all have to individually look  closely at ourselves and set up some resolutions to undoubtedly improve ourselves over the coming year, both physically and mentally. What I don't quite understand is how so many people see New Year's Day as the start of their "crash diet" in a year that is meant to make a "fitter, happier you". People who are giving up a whole snack group cold turkey, as soon as the bell chimes at midnight, are fools for doing so. It's almost as if they can see their failure on January the 2nd, swimming around at the bottom of a Cadbury's Heroes tin, having consumed one too many of the dairy milk. Bloated and defeated, everyone gives up and goes back into their normal routine of eat junk feel shit. Realistic targets, anyone? Ditto smoking, chocolate, cheese...

I've gone the whole hog this year and made TWO resolutions as opposed to the normal one or the never-ending list of faults that neeed to be improved before the year is out. First one is to take a picture every day for thw rest of this year. I did attempt it last year, but seeing as I didn't have a nice little camera or a camera on my phone, I was traipsing a DSLR around everyday. I also didn't start on January 1st, but in sometime mid-February.
The next one is to have more fun than last year, because i think that that is a pretty attainable goal. It's a win-win situation, because I don't think I had that much fun last year. I guess I'll have to strive to include more fun-inducing activities into my daily routine then! Whilst everyone's being all miserable with their celeriac diets and struggling to stay away from the pub, you can waltz straight in and already be enjoying the indulgence much more than the "giver-up-ers". You can have this pint and cigarette guilt free this way! No self esteem breaking things, no damage to self confidence... You can sit in the pub with the pleasure that you are the only one who is truly enjoying their pint without the worries of too much to drink, blood pressure, driving, meant to be cutting down, calorie content or someone else's nagging to ruin it.
Why do you make yourselves so miserable?!

Cthulu and R'lyeh

What has become of this week off?

Ah yes, the week of rest and respite. Bliss. Work only on one day? Absolute madness. My little brain struggled to cope with all the free time that it was getting at once and made me giddy with excitement. And tired, seeing as I slept a fair bit too. However, I must have done something during the entire thing? Besides reading that book on day 1, as I'm no longer counting day one anymore as I have already written about it. And now I start to worry as I struggle to recollect my actions of the past week...

CLEAN KITCHEN. Glorious.

On day two, I recollect having all of the intentions of going into college to do some referencing and to finish off a couple of assignments, however due to certain circumstances this never happened. Mainly due to the fact that the journey to college can be described as a "rare mission", and I probably wasn't really feeling up for it that day. So instead, I made tomato and basil sauce to while away the hours, then I drank lots of coffee and attempted to clean the house from top to bottom. Well, actually vice versa seeing as I started in the kitchen... It was all going swimmingly until the hoover bag decided to be full when I started to clean the landing, and alas! I could go on no further. Everything else was all sparkling clean, the floors were mopped and all the kitchen counters wiped down and disinfected, yet I think that the house remained in this state for a mere two seconds after my housemates returned. I guess that you could call that the more productive side of procrastination...

Day Three was work day. It was also Christmas changeover day at this obscenely early time, so out went the baubles and the changing of everything around the shop and the chocolate santas and reindeer etc etc etc. Wasn't feeling too festive as even as I'm writing this, Halloween still hasn't come around yet.

Day Four was Get-Yo'-Ass-Into-Gear Day. Awoke at 12, and was fully set on going to finish off her work. Left the house at about two, arrived at college closing in on three and then realised that not much work could be done, as the library closed at 5. However, one assignment was completed and the others were mere references away from being completed. The evening was spent watching television (though NOT Eastenders) and I thoroughly enjoyed watching the programme about Dale Farm and found the programme about the modern welfare system eye-opening. Went to bed thinking that the day was very short (and so it had been, I think that I was up for less than 12 hours that day).

Day Five was the Shit-Goes-Down Day, as I had prepared myself to arise for an early start to college. Yes, waking up at 9 was quite an achievement for me... Was all done by 1pm, and I'd even stopped to have lunch! It was nice to have a small sense of freedom from those assignments that you didn't exactly have to slave over, but just add a little and often (which in most cases is the most draining). I felt like celebrating. Alcohol? Well, there would be a time and a place. Town at 1pm on a Friday may be acceptable for some people, but I just wasn't feeling it that day. So instead, seeing as it was sunny, I bought an ice cream. It was marvellous. The fact that it was on work staff discount as well made it taste ever so sweeter.
[Lapse of a short space of time/enough time to get through to the evening.]

I befriended a banana and a big bird.

At work?

It was that time again. The time to apply the feline warpaint, ready the photographic device and capture people's evenings in a single frame whilst they partied and danced and all that jazz. With it being the closest Friday to Halloween, the majority of the attendees were turned out so splendidly in their odd vestments. I made friends with a banana and big bird, Colonel Gaddafi was bopping around the mosh pit and Nightwing was certainly in the house this evening. Alex from a Clockwork Orange was there as well as a roe deer, various pirates and vampires and even two dragon-looking things that were most magnificent, but it was quite difficult to make out what they were. There were sailors, Ol' Gregg even came along and showed us his mangina (though happened to disappoint as he failed to drink baileys from a shoe), Amy Winehouse, Victorian ladies and gentlemen, plenty of army men and women and a good part of the cast of Wayne's World. Excellent. The list goes on and on.... but I guess that the most productive thing that I have out of that evening is I ended up taking a back of a hundred or so professional looking photos! Do I win, or do I win?

I fall down and sleep.