I promise I’m not a complete idiot. I am aware that it’s not December the 31st, and that at midnight I’m not going to be sitting on my sofa drinking a glass of champagne with my Mum, and laughing at my sister trying to drink hers but she can’t, because if she’s really honest with herself, she’s just not chic enough. That was a lie, my sister is actually very chic, she just has a limited palette. Anyway enough about my sister.
My New Years Resolutions are for the next academic year, and as the whole landscape of my life changes when I go back to uni, it’s a better time to make resolutions than halfway through the year when I’ve already made my mistakes. SO. I’m going to write out my resolutions, and hopefully in the blogs I’ll be writing from September onwards, I’ll be sticking to those.
Resolution number one: Return of the mega-geek. When I was studying for my A-levels I was a super geek. Not like one of those cutesy ones you see on twitter gifs wearing a big pair of glasses and a batman top and tiny shorts, no. I was the bobble-hat wearing, frizzy haired nerd that hadn’t had time to put any make up on that morning because she’d been up reading too long last night. Now this year I was late to bed because I’d been in a club till 3 in the morning… at the earliest. And to be honest I just haven’t got the stamina. Also, my feet sort of look like they’ve melted from wearing heels all the time.
Resolution number two: CHICKPEAS. Yeah, seriously, chickpeas. I forgot how much I liked them and ever since I’ve become weirdly obsessed with vegetarian cooking. From me that sounds like the worst thing ever, bacon is one of my favourite foods, and sausages are like Mecca to me, but I’ve been eating masalas and bean salads and they’re seriously good- tasting, and for you.
Resolution number three: No more ranting. Not in general, this is boy-specific ranting. Remember the ‘Bewildering Boyfriend’? He’s out the picture, and I’m pretty sure it’s a good thing. Either way, I’ve been ranting about that so much that I feel like there’s steam coming out of my ears and I can’t be doing with it. I’m sure going back to uni I’ll have even more boy rants to get out of my system- but by and large it’s just not worth it.
Final resolution: I have 4, because 4 is my lucky number. Don’t play it down. I read this article about what people felt guiltiest about in life, some of them were pretty funny as you can imagine, but one woman said ‘Not being as happy as I should be,’ and I thought that was really sad, and I think everyone could be accused of not being as happy as we could be. Everyone I know seems to have an issue with saying they’re really happy, they’re doing great, they’re proud of themselves, everyone’s all just ‘Yeah I’m fine. Work’s fine, life’s fine blah blah bloody blah.’ It’s boring. It’s boring to say because it’s not the truth and it’s boring to hear because it’s what everyone’s saying.
And if I’m not happy where I am, I’ll move, I’m not a tree. (Is that not the Zen-nest thing you’ve ever read? Man have I got this yoga-peace-balance-of-the-Universe thing down)