Last day of 2008

31st December 2008, new years eve. How exciting. A new day, an new dawn, a new year tomorrow.

I am looking forward to spending the night in St Ives with familiar faces. I don't know why but I have been looking forward to NYE more than Christmas day. I am going as a US soldier. I've got all the gear ready now. Admittedly I've got the wrong type of gun and they didn't have camouflage helmets in Vietnam, but these are all technicalities.

And in other news...

My hand hurts because I poured boiling water onto it. I was doing my hot water bottle last night and I looked at the TV whilst pouring the water in and unfortunately poured water all over my hand. Last night I couldn't sleep because of the burning sensation. The pain has gone now, but it feels rather tender. Looks a bit like eczema. I'm hoping that when I have had a few tonight it will feel normal.

Merry XXXmas

It's boxing day, the big day has gone... It's all over for another year. I only had 4 hours sleep on Christmas Day and that messed a lot of things up. I got a space hopper though, so that's good. Oh and Barrack Obama's book which I wanted for sometime. Whether I'll ever get to read it though is another thing. I have several classic novels and also some of Shakespeare's more well known works lying on the shelf now at home waiting to be read. Pending, as it were.

I went with mum & amy to the christmas morning service. It's a wonder how every year they seem to slip in the same phrase of "Put 'Christ' back into Christmas". Every year. I thought better than to stand up and announce that at this time of year Winter Solistice was the original name for the festival, of course celebrated by the Pagans, and then Christians came along and decided to celebrate the birth of Jesus.

Thank Gooodness my friends are back down from uni. You don't realise how much you miss them til they're gone. I want to do so many fantastically good things with them over the coming days. The only thing planned so far though is a gathering at mine on new years eve for drinks and nibbles before we go into town. But that is going to be good.

Goodwill and Cheer xxx

Last night was superb. I was so happy for the boys to be back in town.

I felt so festive today. Another positive.

However this evening has been incredibly dull. Stupid me & my stupid choices.

Seesaw Marjorie Daw...

Strewth! What a day of polar opposites!

My immune system has abandoned my body, allowing it to be overrun by the oncoming tide of disease and parasites. A numerous amount of ailments have attributed to this one horrible feeling of physical incapability and uselessness. However my mind has been sharper than usual, which is a fantastic gain.

I have been strolling the long purple college corridors today, thinking about what has changed about Truro College whilst I have been attending. I think it is definitely the amount of hideously boring and disruptive students. I walked into Allen study centre today and the behaviour of so called 'further education students' was not that dissimilar to that of a group of baby chimpanzees at a zoo. I walked straight back out. I find the art section in Mylor library most appealing due to its quietness and also the strange orangy hue the area seems to have.

I came home, ignored the looming black cloud of exam revision, lay in a really hot bath whilst listening to The Smiths.

pc 4 pc?

I spied the Coca Cola advert twice this morning. The holidays are coming. How exciting.

Congratulations to Alexandra. I think she should have won. But they've all ruined Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah. Thank God we didn't get to hear Eoghan sing his version. I can't stand Eoghan. I'm glad to see him disappear into a shroud of performances at Butlins and Haven holiday camps.

I'm getting increasingly fed up of people who post bulletins on myspace saying "pc 4 pc" or "photo comments please". We all like to hear compliments, but it's just such an irksome thing, to see people asking for them. I don't know if I'm just getting excited at damning them, but I'd go as far to say that these people are a little insecure.

This post is so negative. I'm sorry. I'm feeling under the weather. It's a pathetic excuse but an excuse nonetheless.

It gets hard, thinking of original titles for blogs...

Thank God it's the weekend. I could almost feel myself reaching for that burgundy velvet padded draw with the family revolver in it, whilst I drank the last of my great-grandfathers whiskey.

I've been thinking about my fancy dress outfit for New Years Eve. First I was thinking Heath Ledgers Joker, but then I realised how much of a lame idea that was because everyone will be doing that. Then I thought of going as a mime artist, in the style of Marcel Marceau. I could wear a Breton striped top, face paint, a beret. I think I may go as that because its quite nice and it makes me think of France.

I've been gazing at images of Paris a lot this evening. God, I just want to go there now. I just think about it and my thoughts melt into this relaxing romantic feeling where even though the air is crisp and cold, thick long coats and the heat of that one special person just radiates and keeps you warm. All the senses are heightened to the beauty that surrounds you. The knowledge that you are completely happy with yourself and the people around you. I can't wait for that day, if it comes.

I've got myself in a lovely mood for bedfordshire now. And the fact it's a friday evening means a long, uninterrupted slumber. Horrah for me.

Night night. x

The fatal mix of the temptating alure of cheap chocolate & a "just one more" attitude to life

I couldn't help myself. I ate all the chocolate in my advent calendar yesterday. What a greedy, indulgent thing to do. But then again, tis the season to be jolly, so I shall not dwell upon my absence of willpower in this instance.

I went into the new superstore opposite college today. "The Range" as it's called. The girl who was on the till did this really weird thing where she could have quite easily have dropped the change into my outstretched hand yet she seemed to do this thing where she sort of fumbled the coins individually into my grip, touching my hand quite a bit. I'm not too keen when shop workers touch your hand when giving change. It's just rather odd. On the plus side she did serve with a smile. Which is something the College bus drivers could do once in a while.

Although I did hear a bus driver say today "Right. Ladies first. You know the rules!" How nice of him. I hope all the testosterone pumped, steroid using, arrogant gym monkey twats listened to him.

The first of the festive decorations.

The christmas lights went up today. They are hanging over my head as I type. Like a long string of gastly flashing & clashing colours. But they do evoke a nice warm feeling inside. Nostalgia. Mmmm.

Any warm feeling initially created by the lights has been destroyed. I've been listening to a lot of Bill Hicks today. Damn I wish he was still alive. He'd have a field day on Bush & the War on Terror. Mind you, we'd have 10,000 anal Brits up and complain about his language. Just like the people who all complained about Russel Brand & Jonathan Ross. Why don't they do something useful with their time and write to Gordon Brown pressurising him to act quicker on the Humanitarian Crisis in Darfur, or the residing issue of Mugabe still being in power. Seems what we have is a population who tut at the images of starving children and say "What a shame. Oh well.", yet get the pen & paper out to complain about Jonathan Ross.

Oh Lord, I have myself all stressed and negative now before bed.

I'll read some more of A Picture of Dorian Gray. Yes, that will do me fine for the night.

Holy Toast Batman!

Diana Vickers went out of the X-factor tonight. It's a bit of a shame because I was beginning to like her voice. Unfortunately Eouphlegmghanquan Quigg is in the final. Charlie Brooker said something about him resembling an unborn Jaime Oliver foetus, which is very true.

Somebody is selling their dogflap on Ebay for a starting bid of $999 because a picture of Jesus has appeared on it. Reminds me of the toast of the Virgin Mary that went for $28,000 on ebay. Perhaps I need to start looking harder for naturally made images of the Holy family in my breakfast.

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Everybody is mentioning the fact they've seen the Coca-cola advert on TV. People can't seem to make up their minds whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. I don't watch a lot of TV these days. I would if there was a continuous roll of Peep Show episodes, however this isn't the case. Schedules seem to be crammed with programmes on antiques, cookery and the housing market.

Meanwhile... life is tough. A2 maths is near impossible, I advise anyone against taking it. I wish I could go back in time and fight myself over that awful brash decision I made.