What an interesting week(end) doing a spot of living alone. A lot of cooking, a lot of films, lots of cool stuff to do and a huge dose of loneliness. Quite an accurate reflection of the last few years, excluding a blip. Superficially its been great with hundreds of amazing days and nights, in and out, here and there with so many memories to look back on, but a stability factor of absolutely zero. I have many friends, but not a single person I could call a ‘best’ friend anymore; heaps of girl-friends, but not a hint of a proper girlfriend, so on and so forth. Initially it really got to me but now I don’t mind much because it’s not for my lack of trying.
On the flipside of the coin the flat-sitting has given me more determination than ever to switch over to moving out mode. The whole independence thing is far from over-rated, because there’s absolutely nothing like being in complete control of everything you chose to do. Also, with me officially mastering the arts of creating sweet ‘n’ sour, chicken, gammon and stir fries I might as well cross one of the resolutions off already, making this an excellent start to the year. Actually, I don't know why people complain about cooking because it's very relaxing and an ace method of showing off your flair for food and tastes.
That bit of 'loon' left inside me is shrinking much faster than I thought it would. Almost half a month in to the new year and I've absolutely no intention of getting hammered again 'til my birthday, put my first lump sum away towards a flat, started eating healthier and done extra exercise every day. 'Mon the resolutions!
Revision's really starting to eat my face from the skull. As entertaining the library is spending 5 days a week in one seat is pretty crap. The only vices in that place are pseudo-flirting with everyone and farting for a reaction because it's not as if the stuff I'm learning for the first exam is new or interesting... only 6 days left 'til I get on to the meaty stuff of I.R.
Also found out that toasters work by using a device called a thermocouple - which pops up at a certain temperature - or timers, which are heat resistant. Fact #2: Bread begins to toast at 154 Degrees Celsius so no wonder you burn your hands on the fuckers. The new task is to catch up with all the DVD's purchased in the mega-sales last week, although i know that's not much of a challenge.
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