I'm Brian, And So's My Wife

It transpired that at midnight, the only resolution I could think of was this:

Learn to speak Arabic.

Which is mainly bollocks, basically. So this year, my resolutions are a sham; nay, a mockery of a sham.

A good start to the year, I feel.

Other resolutions will possibly include the usual pretence of doing some actual work for a bit (maybe. If you're lucky, that is), and also the be nice to people one. Although, I did actually make that resolution last year, and MAINLY KEPT TO IT. And the year before that, I said that I would be more decisive. Which I have been. In fact, I've gone completely the other direction, and become bossy and opinionated. Which is always nice. Actually, when I think about it, things have changed insanely during the past twelve months or so. My grades have improved considerably, I know what I want to do when I grow up (if that ever happens; I only seem to grow out), I have learnt to use oil paints properly(ish), I barely talk to my old friends now, and seem to spend most of my time with people from "the other side". And Tash. But she hardly counts. Ha. Last night, I partly reconstructed old friendships (always good), and today I feel a bridged a couple of gaps too.

You know, this post wasn't supposed to be soppy, but it seems to have wriggled its way into soppyville. I could post my lengthly description of Alex's party last night, but I think that it is not for the eyes of the internet. So back to the resolutions.

• Stop being a whore (jokes, mate, jokes)
• Try to do at least two essays a week.
• Pass my driving test (yeh, right)
• Make new friends

(Actually, that's a point. These resolutions are going to have to include getting ready for uni shizzlemanizzle)

• Do something REALLYCOOL this summer that I will remember forever
• Be more adventurous
• Get a job that I actually like doing
• Tidy my room.

I think that's it.

So anyway.

A new year begins, and so we must continue.

Oh God.