2011, what have you done for me lately?
The stats. Achieved: half completed “before 30” to do list turned 30 (with minimum freaking out) tagged one wall, one post box, one toilet (raging against the machine, you see) embroidered one beard, one wolf, one banjo attended 9 weddings got significantly drunkish, quite a few times procured a new mac made a butt-load of new friends got heart broken by A Song of Ice and Fire discovered Chuck, Community, GoT, Big Love and a previously undiscovered depth of devotion to Grey’s Anatomy Highlights: Harry Potter wand weddings all the dancing in the world and finding shapes I didn’t know I could throw my family, extended rooster cardigan, cat vest my dear, dear, dear friends Learnt: I should not be surrounded by good looking/intelligent/witty young men. Bad. new friends are THE SHIT I can hold down a job. For a year! embroidery is quite soothing, for a bit music will always save my life I know some stupidly, extravagentally wonderful and loving people. death is often completely shit it IS possible to have a mental break down over gingerbread I continue my streak of being an occasional but thorough douche the viewing of various 19th century novels-turned-movies is better done without the aid of much blueberry vodka I can get good marks I have the power to not like boys but said power is wily and precocious failing subjects does not feel nice but feels better then losing ones mind beauty is a drug music is a drug coffee is, of course, a drug I do not wish sadness to be a drug family, ay? Who knew. I am addicted to sugar and will find giving it up hilariously difficult George R.R. Martin is NOT TO BE TRUSTED the power of a good playlist should not be underestimated my ability to be envious of others talents and creativity is substantial my ability to justify the spending of money on music, tv shows, vintage back packs and food is the stuff of legends If I don’t think I’m wonderful, who will? though-all of my beloveds seem to retain a steadfast belief in my wonder, even when I do not I need to write more to forgive is such good therapy I’m ok, I think. Another year, it seems. Lovely. x
