Step Right Up And Be A Man.

So that’s it! Another set of exams over, one whole day off – which I spent hobbling around and in hospital – and I’m back into classes again tomorrow for another four months. The next fool I hear talking about how student life is easy will be getting some of my imaginary mother fucking, foot-induced, ambulance-summoning, unstoppable fighting technique.

You never realise how much you rely on your two feet until one of them is (half) out of action; you can’t walk properly, dance, look cool, exercise… the list is endless. Note to self: Never stand on a nail again, ever. Haven’t really had much time to think of anything or even notice anything interesting in my life this month because I’ve been clocking in stupid hours keeping myself busy. Highlight of the month: actually laughing to the point of vomiting with Holly over a ridiculously funny comic book.

My only gripe about this month has been my inability to read the girls I’ve encountered. When I’m in the grey zone, between conversation-driven friendliness and possible openings for advances, I never say, or even hint at the possibility because I can’t pick up any vibes. I reckon it’s time for some person to invent one of those devices that detect this sort of things, or I could read a book about it, but that’d just be sa-a-ad.

You'll Never Find Another...

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.

One Day At A Time.

As 2005 drew to a close last night I couldn't help but think how strange the year was. So many things had happened, but it was impossible to recall a single moment that stood out as being amazing or significant. Lots of things to Aim for in 2006 though, the following is a list of 'New Years Resolutions' which are actually things i never managed to achieve in the summer.

Get Buff: By losing the miniature beer belly.
Write more songs: And release another Onion Terror CD.
Paint more: As it's one of the more enjoyable pastimes.
Start Cooking: Because I'd probably make an ace chef.
Get a girlfriend: Sounds lame but i really miss the company.
Write a film script: As I have many good ideas stored up.
Learn to drive: It'll probably come in handy.
Have a manic party: 21 years young, can't wait.
Move out: To get some independence, or something like that.

Piece by piece it feels like the wee loon in side of me is slowly disappearing, and I'll even get a small taste of leaving the nest when I do a bit of flat-sitting this week, which should be good. All in all the main task of this year is to apply myself more to the things I wish to accomplish.