#1 - Stay Single
Of all my resolutions, this one comes with the most caveats. This past year saw the end of the longest relationship I've ever had. I think I need to give myself plenty of time to settle in to being me for me's sake. If I meet someone with whom I share many common interests, of course I'm gonna spend time getting to know them. I may even go on a date or two. But I'm not letting myself get deep in emotionally unless we get on well just as "guys hanging out". Besides, I think this way I'm likely to generate more genuine friendships with people regardless of the boyfriend angle. This is definitely a good thing.
#2 - Do at least 12 videos on YouTube
I really want to get to a point where I feel capable of talking randomly and still being understood. Unhelpfully, I tend to mumble to fill holes in my logic and grammar. When I do videos, I realise this and try to do something about it. My last video is a clear case of me failing. Towards the end even I can't figure out what it is I'm trying to say. I even reduced the background music in the edit but to no avail. This annoys me and practice make better so I'll do twelve videos this year. Important to point out that I'm not necessarily doing them monthly. That's a very failable goal.
#3 - Go to a Gathering
In the past four months I've seen at least 6 gatherings appear on my radar and pass by like an annoyingly high plane that I have no hope of communicating with. For the first couple I'd considered I wasn't even working, just too broke to travel to them. This year, I'm going to at least one. Hell, according to facebook, I'm "Attending" Summer in the City 2010 but I think I need to break into this whole "meeting-people-that-so-far-only-exist-on-my-computer" thing sooner. Hopefully before Easter.
#4 - Catch 'Em All
Over the past two years I've spent at least 500 hours playing the current generation of Pokémon games. My current Pokédex collected count is 448/493. The majority of the ones left are simple jobs but there are some awkward ones left, and #493 hasn't been officially released yet. By this time next year, without cheating, I will have a full Pokédex. Or I will cry.
#5 - Never Spend Everything
The majority of my working life has been defined my utter lack of saving. I tend to always be at the end of my funds and never have a backup. From now on, I'm keeping some money in the bank at all times. And that amount will only get bigger as time goes on. Until I move back out of my parents house at least. It's about time I had my own failsafe.
Thursday 31 December 2009
Wednesday 30 December 2009
Made of Tired
It's official. Coming off a week's holiday to a Late-Early is knackering.
I'm not saying that this is insurmountable. I could go to bed right now. But MSN is calling. DailyBooth is staring. The pile of clean laundry is casting a shadow of scorn at me. I wonder which of those will be resolved before sleep.
A week ago I'd all but finalised my New Year's Resolutions. Right now I've little to no idea. Tomorrow I'll cast them in internetty stone and I'll be stuck with them. I think I'll try not to set myself anything that can be failed easily. At the very least I'll try to keep it to things which are actually positive if kept or lost. Though this does mean I'll have to sort them before I leave for work tomorrow. So another reason for bedtime.
New travel pass card thing has arrived today. I wish they'd have mentioned they were stretching the photo and not cropping it like the web gadget suggested. The picture looks very odd. I'll have to take a funhouse mirror every time I want to catch the bus. The card starts 5 days from now so I can't really get an interim week pass like I'd originally planned. Only way to make the whole travel thing remotely cost effective now though is to gage the traffic and my timing each day and pick the best of the three options. Yet another reason to sleep and get up early.
So what am I gonna do, brother?
Talk to people on the internet of course.
I'm not saying that this is insurmountable. I could go to bed right now. But MSN is calling. DailyBooth is staring. The pile of clean laundry is casting a shadow of scorn at me. I wonder which of those will be resolved before sleep.
A week ago I'd all but finalised my New Year's Resolutions. Right now I've little to no idea. Tomorrow I'll cast them in internetty stone and I'll be stuck with them. I think I'll try not to set myself anything that can be failed easily. At the very least I'll try to keep it to things which are actually positive if kept or lost. Though this does mean I'll have to sort them before I leave for work tomorrow. So another reason for bedtime.
New travel pass card thing has arrived today. I wish they'd have mentioned they were stretching the photo and not cropping it like the web gadget suggested. The picture looks very odd. I'll have to take a funhouse mirror every time I want to catch the bus. The card starts 5 days from now so I can't really get an interim week pass like I'd originally planned. Only way to make the whole travel thing remotely cost effective now though is to gage the traffic and my timing each day and pick the best of the three options. Yet another reason to sleep and get up early.
So what am I gonna do, brother?
Talk to people on the internet of course.
Tuesday 29 December 2009
Long Night
Sat on the front desk and people are a lot less scarce than I'd hoped. I just had cheese on toast on my break and it seems that the world is taunting my thrift by bringing in McDonalds and Chinese food, tempting me with the 2-4-1 offer at Dominos and just generally passing pleasant wafts of lovely food past my face.
I'm starting to seriously consider trekking across town at the end of the shift just to get something tasty. Considering the weather and the fact that I'm staying here tonight, that would be most silly. But it'd be *good*.
Ran foul of my utter lack of timekeeping today and inspite of using a completely different method to reach work I walked through the doors at the usual barely-o-clock. It's really quite absurd how no-one ever admonishes me for it in the face of it being a daily occurance. Just shows how much value they place on me turning up at all I suppose.
It's quite pleasing that I'm entrusted to be the point of call overnight in the hotel but also quite lame that I don't get to return home at the end of the shift. I guess I should be glad that I don't have to spend 2 of the 8 hours between shifts travelling but after having a week of living in that room and that house with all the home comforts within, I'd welcome the journey. Though not the earlier alarm.
Back home there is also my new books and my new Doctor Who DVDs as delivered by Amazon five days late. There's my Sentai discs and my comics. There's my webcam and my MSN friends list. On balance though, here I have nothing but a book and my DS. At least here my distractions are finite. Perhaps I may actually sleep.
But first I'll probably nom.
I'm starting to seriously consider trekking across town at the end of the shift just to get something tasty. Considering the weather and the fact that I'm staying here tonight, that would be most silly. But it'd be *good*.
Ran foul of my utter lack of timekeeping today and inspite of using a completely different method to reach work I walked through the doors at the usual barely-o-clock. It's really quite absurd how no-one ever admonishes me for it in the face of it being a daily occurance. Just shows how much value they place on me turning up at all I suppose.
It's quite pleasing that I'm entrusted to be the point of call overnight in the hotel but also quite lame that I don't get to return home at the end of the shift. I guess I should be glad that I don't have to spend 2 of the 8 hours between shifts travelling but after having a week of living in that room and that house with all the home comforts within, I'd welcome the journey. Though not the earlier alarm.
Back home there is also my new books and my new Doctor Who DVDs as delivered by Amazon five days late. There's my Sentai discs and my comics. There's my webcam and my MSN friends list. On balance though, here I have nothing but a book and my DS. At least here my distractions are finite. Perhaps I may actually sleep.
But first I'll probably nom.
So...
This is how it goes. You get angry at yourself. And... Something something something (Darkside)
Odd how sometimes all that comes to mind is something that immediately leads to a song you don't know well and that digresses to unreadable digression on how your mind digresses. But I digress. Frequently.
Back to work tomorrow. In a week of festivities, I've gotten back in touch with some old friends, spent a great deal of money, moved house, gained a decent amount of money, opened some underwhelming presents and been irritated by the incapacity of Royal Mail to stick to a simple rule of delivery. I now have a decent layer of hair on my face and a higher quantity of that face on the internet.
This is the point where I should be resting on my laurels to prepare for the return of being at work. Not the return of actual work as the only busy shift in the foreseeable future will be on New Year's Eve, but I am obliged to man the Reception desk for a couple of shifts before then. Even at this time, eleven hours prior to the start of that babysitting period, I'm sat in front of the computer, typing up the opening chapter of another online faucet to let out the stagnant water-tank between my ears.
I should be asleep. I should be glad to have had this time off and achieved some rest and a little social interaction. I'm just sat here moaning that it's done and I haven't done all I wanted.
It's pretty standard fare in many respects for me. I'm starting to truly appreciate how impossible it is for me to actually acheive any of the billions of goals I've set myself. I've got dreams of one day being up to date with X and finished with Y. To have re-watched the whole of Z and started A though W with an eye for absolute completion. They are dreams I hold dear. But they are dreams alone. Like the time I've spent going through my old possessions to find the disposable, I now find myself cherry picking the few pursuits I can squeeze into my personal time and the few that I can do alongside others, casting all other things to a digital library overflowing with unachievable fantasies.
In a highly verbose way I'm saying I haven't the time. So I started a new blog.
Odd how sometimes all that comes to mind is something that immediately leads to a song you don't know well and that digresses to unreadable digression on how your mind digresses. But I digress. Frequently.
Back to work tomorrow. In a week of festivities, I've gotten back in touch with some old friends, spent a great deal of money, moved house, gained a decent amount of money, opened some underwhelming presents and been irritated by the incapacity of Royal Mail to stick to a simple rule of delivery. I now have a decent layer of hair on my face and a higher quantity of that face on the internet.
This is the point where I should be resting on my laurels to prepare for the return of being at work. Not the return of actual work as the only busy shift in the foreseeable future will be on New Year's Eve, but I am obliged to man the Reception desk for a couple of shifts before then. Even at this time, eleven hours prior to the start of that babysitting period, I'm sat in front of the computer, typing up the opening chapter of another online faucet to let out the stagnant water-tank between my ears.
I should be asleep. I should be glad to have had this time off and achieved some rest and a little social interaction. I'm just sat here moaning that it's done and I haven't done all I wanted.
It's pretty standard fare in many respects for me. I'm starting to truly appreciate how impossible it is for me to actually acheive any of the billions of goals I've set myself. I've got dreams of one day being up to date with X and finished with Y. To have re-watched the whole of Z and started A though W with an eye for absolute completion. They are dreams I hold dear. But they are dreams alone. Like the time I've spent going through my old possessions to find the disposable, I now find myself cherry picking the few pursuits I can squeeze into my personal time and the few that I can do alongside others, casting all other things to a digital library overflowing with unachievable fantasies.
In a highly verbose way I'm saying I haven't the time. So I started a new blog.
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