Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Next!

After the terribleness at the outpost I had to keep the rest of my year rather quiet and in-the-living-room, in order to cure myself from various viruses I caught at the party and to get rid of the humming.

Christmas came out of nowhere and so I did all my Chrstmas shopping in one day. Quite proud of myself! Within 5 hours I went from Highbury and Islington to Victoria to Tooting to Charing Cross to Camden Town to Euston to Angel and then back to H&I, got everything I wanted and spent enough money to have nothing to eat for about 2 weeks.

Christmas Eve was my last day at work. It was all about gift wrapping and pushing a tree in a wheelchair around Earlsfield. And then I could dive into something that somehow felt like a proper holiday, even though it was just a regular weekend off work. I gave my folks a shout to say "Merry Christmas" and "How’s the potato salad?" and then met Ros in a pub, where I found her singing the Somerset National Anthem to a bunch of scared looking old men, clutching their pint glasses.

Cause Somerset is where we went for the holidays, innit. And it was lovely! I fell quite a lot, cause the streets were so icey and then we went to a church where the kids came to the front to show off their favourite christmas presents and they had the text for the Our Father projected on the wall and instead of a nativity play they showed a YouTube clip! I don’t know if all services in the world are like this now, cause I haven’t been to church since 1879, I think, but I was quite fascinated and shocked at the same time.

And now 2010 is almost over, thank you, oh Lord. What a year… Moved house again, which was unexpected. Dropped out of college again, which was even less expected, but probably the number one in the hit list of feel good moments 2010. Number one of feel horrible moments is a little more difficult to define. Maybe that time when my exboyfriend’s flat mate had to come into the lady’s in an Irish Pub to wipe me off the floor like a ridiculous puddle of liquid sadness. Or when I woke up the day after drinking vodka with Conny for 17 hours straight and then sleeping for one. Or when I thought I had lost all my jackets, my wallet, my mobile and my dignity (but then it turned out to only be my dignity – so not all that bad, afterall) Or when I went to Primark on Oxford Street. Or no, I know! It was that night in the hostel when I met The Cunt. Cause I was all euphoric at the time about my big decisions, but also a little worried cause nothing was sorted yet and sad about the killer Charlize Theron film and cause I felt a little lonely and then I had to put up with HIM. Arschloch.

*rants for a while*

hmm… hmm... hmm... hmm... hmm... hmm... That’s better.

Oh yeah, and then there was the world cup. Sigh. All in all it was just an emotionally very, very exhausting year, I think. Could do with a nice quiet one, without too many feelings and too many big decisions.

Not all was bad, though, of course. Made lots of new friends, had ice cream, went to Greenwich to stand on the little line, which was, like, all I wanted from life, really. Went to a restaurant with penises all over the bathroom walls. What more do you want? Plus I managed to not get pregnant by accident once again and that’s quite worth something.

I really hope all you people had a better 2010 than me, to be honest, but I expect I will have a brilliant 2011, with even more ice cream and definitely moving house once, but not to a different city this time. New Year’s resolution: Write home more and don’t start smoking again.

NEXT!

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