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December 31, 2002 @ 4:59 p.m. So here we are, New Year's Eve 2002. I have no plans for tonight, mostly because I didn't really bother to make any. All my housemates are out, and Stu is coming over later. We're going to drink beer, watch porn and play Monopoly. Possibly all at the same time, if I can swing it that way. I am the queen of the party animals. I don't even think I'll get any New Year's Nookie, owing to the fact that yesterday I received a rather virulent visit from the Cystitis Fairy, which I'm still recovering from. Sigh.It's odd though, usually I manage to organise something. Even Eliza, who hardly ever leaves the bloody house, is going to a barbecue! I think I need to stop viewing myself as a social person, because I'm not particularly (by nature and otherwise), and it's kind of fucked that I do because it ends up bothering me. All that said, I'm going to make some New Year's Resolutions. I'm posting them on here so you can all see how good I'm going to be, and maybe it'll inspire you to behave yourselves too. - I will actually help old people across the road, instead of pretending I'm going to and then pushing them into the traffic and running away cackling like I do now. - I will be a better friend. I've spent most of this year either depressed or with my ankles over my head, which hasn't left a real lot of time for anything else. - Speaking of which, it's time I bit the bullet and dealt with some Issues. Being miserable for seven months with no real cause is bullshit. I'll start going to that nice councellor at Uni more than once a semester. And if I have to take antidepressants again, well, so be it. I don't want another year like this one. - - I will be a better student, and actually start researching my essays before they're a week overdue. - I will be kinder to those less interesting than me. - I will only make fun of those less intelligent than me when they are around to hear it, so that they may regard me with their dull, uncomprehending stares. - I will not headbutt people more than is absolutely necessary. - I will not make reference to retards, having sex with retards, paedophiles, eating babies, retarded babies, white trash, killing the poor, pulling legs off stuff, throwing rocks at small children, or The Sailors any more than is absolutely necessary. - I will not develop attachments to professors who are about to retire. - I will try to update my webjournal more often, with content than is more than basically "yup, still getting laid!" Pinkie swear. - I will continue to resist the temptation to cure Stuart's snoring by sticking stuff up his nose. - I will continie to welcome all other temptation with open arms. - I will be a better person. - I will watch more porn. - When confronted with boorish redneck type males, I will not fly off the handle spouting extreme verbal abuse and waving my hands about in an aggravated manner. Rather, I will calmly take their idiocy in my stride, making my arguments patient and reasoned, and reminding themselves that they're probably just a bit cranky because their dickcheese is acting up on them again. - I will resist the urge to tell friends that their significant others are complete morons. - I will not break any more bedroom furniture. - I will not cure boredom by picking fights. - Beer is not a meal. Okay, so that last one isn't a resolution as such. But all of these are things I shall strive towards in the coming year, or at least make half-arsed attempts at until I get bored or forget about them. I seem to recall making a list last year while I was at my friend Leah's house, whilst we were getting ready (read: "drunk") to go out later on that night. It started off somewhat legible, because I started it whilst sober, but as time wore on, it became less legible and somewhat more bitter; I don't recall writing all the items that I later found on the list, but one of them ran something like "Stop having sex with people who aren't worthy of me. Also, those who have neglected to tell me their first name." Indeed. |