RIP 2018 Etc

So. Farewell, then, 2018. I’m on the sofa rewatching Luther before my friend’s New Year’s Eve party. I never know if I can be bothered with anything later than 7pm these days, but my friend’s NYE parties are always excellent, as most events are once I’m there, which is what I’m hoping will be the case with 2019.

I didn’t do the Indifferent Ignorance Awards this year, because I’ve had more pressing things to do, but I think we can sum this year up as not as bad as 2016 but 2007 was probably less stressful? I finished dragonnovel, got a bit of sun, played with my dogs (one is leaning on me right this very moment and I clearly can’t get up until he does so bye party I’ve been blessed). No one in my immediate family or friendship group has died, been critically ill or pledged allegiance to the Republican Party, so let’s count 2018 as one of the good ones.

Last year I wrote ‘new year’s intentions’ which are supposedly more realistic and better for your mental health than new year’s resolutions. Goal 1 was to learn to do my hair. I mean, I’ve grown my hair. I brush and wash it occasionally. It’s difficult to plait, okay, there are a lot of layers. I consistently forgot to take good pictures, but it’s looked ace this year regardless. Lots of purple. I’ll change it up soon because you can’t bleach the same bit of hair too much but possibly in 2019 I should take more pictures for proof of Cool Dyed Hair? Unlikely, I bloody hate taking my picture.

Goal 2 was to look after myself a bit more. I did not bother with a running club, but the blue light blocker is on and I miss my Pilates class when I don’t do it, which must mean it’s good for my brain so CHECK CHECK.

The third goal, basically, was Get Money. And, check again. I got a weekend job, found another client, smashed my stationery business goals over Christmas and learnt that geeky mythological pencils are really, really popular. Onwards.

blue pencils reading STUDY LIKE ATHENA, purple pencils reading ARTEMIS WAS RIGHT

Luther’s getting tense so I will leave this here. Also, Donnie’s ear is on my keyboard. Hit me up with the fun things you did this year, or want to do next year, or heard of someone else doing something nice. Happy new year!

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Is 2011 Pronounced ‘Twenty Eleven’ or ‘Two Thousand and Eleven’?

  I thought I’d do the post-at-exactly midnight thing, because it’s exciting. Of course, doing it the other 364 midnights of the year would be mediocre.

  I think the last twelve months have had a pretty good ratio of shit:pretty okay:EXCELLENT, and I just wanted to say happy new year to everyone. I hope good stuff happens for you in 2011! It’s kind of lame when people say. “2010 was awful, I so want rid of it,” because there are a lot of days in the year – they can’t all be crappy.

  Unless a loved one died on 1st January, then on 1st April, then 1st August. While you are simultaneously battling terminal cancer and financial ruin, and going through a divorce because you found your wife in bed with your sixty-year-old dad.

  Then you can say 2010 was lame. And in 2011 you have to sort yourself out.

  We shall forever remember 2010 as the year My Chem partially came back, then disappeared, then came back again. It’s the year the Chilean miners got rescued and promptly sold their lives to the media. When the Lib Dems got in (sort of), Justin Bieber broke mirrors with his almost-as-high-but-not-as-funny Jimmy Urine voice and most of Europe stopped because an ash cloud floated about a bit.

  Amazing to think that it’s the continent that started and finished two world wars, innit?