Oh yeah, I was just... punching some candles.

Once again a new year has come around. And so much has changed. No, wait, it hasn't. Many things are the same. Perhaps the only difference being that I drink more tea now, and my straighteners are broken, so my hair is often curly. Yep. Well. This is the year of CHANGE, the year where I have to leave the comforting cocoon of university life and go out into the real world, to find a real job, and become a real person. Or, more likely, have to move home and live with my mother, unemployed, melancholic and freezing in a tiny mouse ridden house. YEAH AWESOME. Thumbs up to ME. This is EXACTLY how I planned it all to be. Hooray.

On the other hand (where, yes, I have different fingers), it does mean that this whole essay writing, note taking, researching and general BOREDOM thing will be done with. AT LAST. It is finally beginning to feel like a bit of a chore. Plus it is costing me money in pens (I have run out four in the last three days) and notebooks (I am coming to the end of my third one now). This module, too, has been a ginormous pain in the anus, where all the books were DULL and over 800 pages long, and were written by great writers that everyone else admires and obsesses over, and that I dislike. It is almost illegal to say that I DO NOT ENJOY Dickens or Eliot, especially being that I am Victorianist. So it's a secret, okay? Don't tell ANYONE. In fact, it is not just dislike, I find them loathsome, boring and detestable. Someone needs to find Dickens a good editor, who will tell him to cut out at least thirty characters per novel, and to remove forty percent of the plot twists. I am not denying that his stories are good - in fact, I find them wonderful in televisual form. But please note, in these televisual forms, they cut out at least thirty characters per programme, and remove forty percent of the plot twists. I am not usually one for television or film versions of anything - I am a strong advocate of actually, you know, reading, and shit, but sometimes, just chill out, yeah, Dickens.

Well, that quickly went off topic. Was there even a topic to begin with? Oh yes. New year, and perhaps some resolutions:

1. Take more photographs

2. Take better photographs

3. Blog more

4. Find a good job that I enjoy and pays me slightly above minimum wage

5. Don't fail the dissertation module

Aaaaaaaand there it is. Happy New Year to you all. And to future Cassie, who I am sure will be the only one reading this.