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First post of 2015! Hurraay! I've got about a million new years' resolutions this year, but write more in my LiveJournal might be one of them since it really helps me nail down my thoughts, gives me somewhere to vent my feelings and in general is a safe space to put words down. It's not a promise or anything, but it's a start.
So. Twenty fifteen is here. For the first time I worked between Christmas and New Year, which was weird, but not uncomfortable as such. It meant I didn't have any choice where I spent new year, but I had somewhere nice to go so I guess it's not all bad. (I went to Lily's party where I drank a fair amount on an empty stomach and then desperately tried to line my stomach with the mozzarella sticks I'd bought for everyone else. Oh well.)
London travel was free on 31 Dec-1 Jan until 4am so I went home and on the way started my year with some nice old fashioned street harrassment and then went to bed. I don't really remember going to bed, but I obviously did. I woke up at 2pm, and then slept some more. I finally had breakfast at 5. So starting the year as I meant to go on then.
On the 2nd, I recovered, waking up slightly earlier but still keeping to the house and not doing a great deal, then went over to Monica's, where I stayed with her until 5th.
( just avoid this bit tbh )
I remember reading in someone's LJ ages ago that they'd had a wonderful weekend with someone and then when they'd had to go home and leave it all behind, it was "coming back to Earth with a bump". I can understand that now: my year started off so lovely, it seems like it can't go anywhere but down :/
So. Twenty fifteen is here. For the first time I worked between Christmas and New Year, which was weird, but not uncomfortable as such. It meant I didn't have any choice where I spent new year, but I had somewhere nice to go so I guess it's not all bad. (I went to Lily's party where I drank a fair amount on an empty stomach and then desperately tried to line my stomach with the mozzarella sticks I'd bought for everyone else. Oh well.)
London travel was free on 31 Dec-1 Jan until 4am so I went home and on the way started my year with some nice old fashioned street harrassment and then went to bed. I don't really remember going to bed, but I obviously did. I woke up at 2pm, and then slept some more. I finally had breakfast at 5. So starting the year as I meant to go on then.
On the 2nd, I recovered, waking up slightly earlier but still keeping to the house and not doing a great deal, then went over to Monica's, where I stayed with her until 5th.
( just avoid this bit tbh )
I remember reading in someone's LJ ages ago that they'd had a wonderful weekend with someone and then when they'd had to go home and leave it all behind, it was "coming back to Earth with a bump". I can understand that now: my year started off so lovely, it seems like it can't go anywhere but down :/
