Freshly copied from my usual 'what I learned this year' note on Facebook.
1) Finish 'Requiem'. It's been finished, upgraded, rewritten and entirely restarted several times in pursuit of the 'perfect' final result. I'm happy with the result thus far but it still needs this new 'final' version to be finished. It's dragged on too long now and the more time I spend on Requiem the less time I have for other projects. Time to finish it once and for all and let the world enjoy it.
2) Gret a 'real' job. While my work at JJB is a nice way of paying rent and having shiny things, it gives me no real joy. I don't feel like I'm making a difference. If I died on the way to work, they'd get by. Nobody would really miss me that bad. I need a job where I come home at night knowing that I've done somethig worthwhile with my time. Something along the lines of the police, etc. Something that pays the bills, lets me move into my own place at last, and above all else a sense of job satisfaction. I'm 23. Time to man up and do something with my life instead of fannying around and 'getting by'.
3) Move out. I say this every year but I genuinely don't think I can take another year in this house. My temper is almost constantly hanging by a thread, I'm sick of being bottom of the totem pole so eating anything other than bread is a crime, I'm sick of nothing changing and I'm sick of being looked down on by people no better than me. Whether by careful planning or the timely resurfacing of my legendary vanishing act, I have to go. The sooner the better.
4) Settle down. For a while now I've been staying out of romantic entanglements. I've given many reasons. Not having enough money to go out anywhere fancy, still living with my old man, not having made anything of my life thus far, etc. But truly, I'm just afraid to let anyone get too close. Every time I've let someoneclose to my heart they've stabbed it, spat in the hole, given me the finger and fucked off. But I can't remain a coward forever. I'm sick of being lonely. I'm sick of nobody caring if I have a bad day, only about when they get their rent. I'm sick of looking forward at what I can expect in the near future and it looking dismal. Time to find myself a lovely young lady.
5) Get my weight to a decent level and keep it there. Over the last year and a bit, I've dropped about three jean sizes. I put it down to the exercise I get from working. But there's still a bit more work to do. Get rid of the last remains of my gut and prevent it from ever coming back. Actually using my local swimming pool instead of not bothering might help in this endeavour. I don't want to be some kind of rippling muscled super human, just a touch thinner and maybe with a touch more upper body strength.
That about covers it.
1) Finish 'Requiem'. It's been finished, upgraded, rewritten and entirely restarted several times in pursuit of the 'perfect' final result. I'm happy with the result thus far but it still needs this new 'final' version to be finished. It's dragged on too long now and the more time I spend on Requiem the less time I have for other projects. Time to finish it once and for all and let the world enjoy it.
2) Gret a 'real' job. While my work at JJB is a nice way of paying rent and having shiny things, it gives me no real joy. I don't feel like I'm making a difference. If I died on the way to work, they'd get by. Nobody would really miss me that bad. I need a job where I come home at night knowing that I've done somethig worthwhile with my time. Something along the lines of the police, etc. Something that pays the bills, lets me move into my own place at last, and above all else a sense of job satisfaction. I'm 23. Time to man up and do something with my life instead of fannying around and 'getting by'.
3) Move out. I say this every year but I genuinely don't think I can take another year in this house. My temper is almost constantly hanging by a thread, I'm sick of being bottom of the totem pole so eating anything other than bread is a crime, I'm sick of nothing changing and I'm sick of being looked down on by people no better than me. Whether by careful planning or the timely resurfacing of my legendary vanishing act, I have to go. The sooner the better.
4) Settle down. For a while now I've been staying out of romantic entanglements. I've given many reasons. Not having enough money to go out anywhere fancy, still living with my old man, not having made anything of my life thus far, etc. But truly, I'm just afraid to let anyone get too close. Every time I've let someoneclose to my heart they've stabbed it, spat in the hole, given me the finger and fucked off. But I can't remain a coward forever. I'm sick of being lonely. I'm sick of nobody caring if I have a bad day, only about when they get their rent. I'm sick of looking forward at what I can expect in the near future and it looking dismal. Time to find myself a lovely young lady.
5) Get my weight to a decent level and keep it there. Over the last year and a bit, I've dropped about three jean sizes. I put it down to the exercise I get from working. But there's still a bit more work to do. Get rid of the last remains of my gut and prevent it from ever coming back. Actually using my local swimming pool instead of not bothering might help in this endeavour. I don't want to be some kind of rippling muscled super human, just a touch thinner and maybe with a touch more upper body strength.
That about covers it.
