Too much to do. Too little time.

Though to be fair it was my fault for swanning back in so late last night. And instead of doing some of the zillion things I had to go, I went straight to bed and decided to gamble on getting up excessively early to do things.

So far so good. And now I’ve decided to nip back home before going means I can relax a little. Not fully but a little.

Anyhow the social gathering turned out pretty good, Amy had managed (god knows how!) to gather quite a few of the old schoolies together in the same place at the same time *gasp*. Including a few I hadn’t seen for aggeeesssss. Was a laugh and Emma got drunk again which made me chuckle somewhat. Amusingly for once I actually had this dying urge to drink that night, though of course no chance when I’m driving (ugh). Maybe the urge has kicked in just for New years eve? Who knows. But I actually would prefer to stay sober for it and laugh at the idiots my mateys who will be.

God dammit, how am I going to survive off less than four hours sleep :/ for work andd driving for 4hoursish. Plus I’m missing another small social at the pub quiz, but hopefully Stu’s promise of lasange will make the trek all the worth while. It better be bloody good!

It’s strange, though I’d kinda be preparing for this get together for a while I still feel so ill prepared. I keep having this vibe that I’d missed something…somewhere…

Mince pie breakfast was probably not a good idea.

Oh god can’t I just not go to work? I swear I’m just going to be clock watching today :/ Dammit I need petrol. I should really stop rambling on about nothing and set off.

I can’t believe how fast this year has flown. And the worse thing about it is that I don’t feel any wiser, or different, or enlightened or feel like I have anything to show for it…

Like said Year 2007 has been the year of the gig (and no men), I’m not sure what to declare Year 2008 as…Emma asked me last night and I honestly haven’t a clue. If I wanted to be brave and go-getting etc etc then I think I should really say that…

Year 2008 will be the year I sort myself out once and for good. I should figure out what I need and want to do and start working out how to get there…

But I don’t know, I just can’t decide, I’m in a horrible state of mind where just I can’t decide anyythinggg, though come to think of it…maybe it’s not that I can’t but it’s moreso I won’t, I think I’m too scared. I’m too scared of getting it wrong…

But after some more thinking, as I was driving back in the dark in my car yesterday from nipping out to the shops (of all things) I thought to myself. So much is so complicated and messy in life because people get stressed out and tense too easily. I mean heck just look at me mother fussing and stressing about EVERYTHING. So I think I decided - Year 2008 will be the year of no stress. The year of go with the flow, and if something goes wrong then yeah fuck it and carry on.

That would be nice.

Have a good one. And I’ll see you on the other side.

So…

Yesterday I got up at 5am after going to sleep at 1am to start work at 6am…

Yes work sales are insane because they start at 5am, even more crazy still is that when I turned up at work 5.40am the entire shop is heaving like hell with people all over the place clutching large and full plastic bags of stuff. The queue for the tills runs across the store towards the fitting rooms, and I immediately abandon my plans of pre work shopping, and go have a cup of tea instead.

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Found it so hard this week. I felt so down in the head.

A week of feeling. And one shot that I accidentally kinda missed :(

I’m terrible. I know. But even though it’s a cover this is still, and will always be my favourite Boyzone song. Plus it has such a pretty video.

I have no shame.

So my day started off feeling stupidly rough because I had pigged out like crazy on snacks the night before ha. I also didn’t go to bed till quite late, so I woke up sleep deprived, feeling horrible and aching from work also.

But then the day got better! As I opened up my pressies, just one from me bro and one sent to me from Paul.

My brother had somehow read my mind and got me a black 80g ipod classic - phowerr. Was dead strange I was only just pondering recently about how my zen was being a gayer and I’d quite like an ipod.

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Simple as.

I can’t believe it’s Christmas again.

I will ramble more another time. But for now I will just chill out.