2010?

Okay so it seems everyone is doing these target things and despite the fact that I know I will probably not keep many of them despite trying my hardest, I thought I’d join in. 2009 was pretty great, despite being a bitch in places. Finished school with a water fight, had a good time with my job through the summer, spent oodles of lovely time with James, getting my A in Sociology (ROFL) and therefore somehow starting Uni, met some great new people and had some laughs, spent loads more time with James, probably totally failed all my exams, before having a great family Christmas and New Year in lovely snow.

So, me list.

- To lose some inches, not weight as much, but inches and get fitter but still remain my chubby self.
- Pass first year Uni or get into one I can pass.
- Do the above by actually doing the work set.
- Draw and make more things.
- Spend as much time with James as possible.
- Save money for Holiday avec James.
- Penikis-Dornan flat! Bring it!
- Stop being paranoid about a lot of silly things.
- Befriend Boris from Sociology. Just so I can say I have a friend called Boris.
- Dress up more.
- Find the perfect shoes to replace my red converse which are sadly dying.

Probably one of the biggest ones is figuring out what I want to do with my life. I’ve had this conversation so many times with so many different people (I apologise to my mum and dad, James’s mum and dad and James especially) I just don’t have any direction. I’ve never been able to say oh, this is exactly what I want to do and this is where I want to be in ten or twenty years time. I’m not particularly good at anything nor do I have the drive to become so and I’ve no interest in anything but lots of little things ranging from creative things to more educational ones. There’s only one thing I am certain about in my future and that’s James so I’m hoping this year that maybe I can work things out and that will make things a little easier with regards to Uni and work. Here’s hoping! I guess I’ve got my list to keep me occupied in-between.

Okay, so thats me, we're packed. Yup. Right down to my mayonnaise. It's actually happening, doesn't feel like it yet, but it sure is. I'm offically moving on and out...

Crikey.


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Mayonnaise and the Likes.

Yunno, this getting ready to go to university thing really starts to mess with your head. Its constant, constant thinking like do I have one of these packed? Can I get this in Glasgow? Will I need this? How much will I need? And you start to set aside things that are totally crazy - like, how often am I going to use my stripy bucket? My vase of jelly beans? My lucky yellow plastic tiddlywinks frog?

Okay, I might need that last one.

It's even worse when you wake up in the middle of the night scream-thinking, OMG DO I HAVE CUPS?!?! You just don't know, you know you need them and cant figure out why this thought hasn't occurred to you before now, so you panic write CUPS! on your arm with the nearest pen. Which happens to be red, so you wake up in the morning wondering why you scratched the word cups into your skin. But then you suddenly remember, the panicky feeling returns, you wake up early to ask your mum because you HAVE to know if you have cups!

Turns out you do. You've got 4 apparently, you chose them, they match your tea towels.

Peace resumes.

And so it goes.

Until every morning when my granny comes over and has a scribbled list of things she thought of the night before too. Toothbrushes? A sharp knife? Plasters? Soap powder? Glass bowls? MAYONNAISE!?!?!

I don't even use mayonnaise nor do I hav anything to use the mayonnaise with but hey, I'll take a jumbo 800ml tub with me just in case.


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