I thought about starting a new blog, you know, a new blog a new me. But wow what a terrible waste to leave behind all these years of posts. So, I will carry on. nicsta lives, and will continue to enthrall and entertain in 2012!
it's the new years, and with the new years comes newness and resolutions and dreams to better things before.
some resolutions, read more, facebook less, be more sociable, be a good exercise buddy -- i resolve to be able to run the basin twice over, by march (about two months), run around the bays (march), detailed emails to dad and aunty kath -- maybe sending out a mass monthly update? (is this to conceited?) (if so, what is livejournal?) i resolve to take less and give more. to never suck on another cigarette, or sip on a glass of sav.
volunteer once a fortnight at youthline (both excited and nervous)
leave my "coupledom", become my own again.
create stuff, art, scrapbooks, photography, drawing...
furniture restoring (sounds elaborate, but it's only sanding and varnishing)
saving money, lots of money! "joes money"... (empire records)
for rorotonga and to buy a house! in ellerslie. i am drawn by the authentic mexican cafe -- the most tasty fajita i have eaten in NZ.
mmm, anyway, beetroot, fish broccoli and salad has filled my belly, now a wonderful evening of crime shows, the x factor australia, a comfy couch and boy makes me giddy with pleasure. boy it's the simple things.
throughout this journal i'm going to complain massively about my neighbors, the retardation of the male 17-24y.o demographic. now i'm not saying that all males within this age group are bad, it just seems the ones that moved in next door seem to tick all the boxes.
i used to enjoy bass, dirty grimy bass. now listening to it though walls of a "build yourself" house, bedroom walls, no less, makes me want to, on my bad days, exact physical revenge on the occupants, on ok days, "sabotage" their equipment i.e rip out all of their electrics and jump up and down on their stereo.
when on holidays i had secret dreams of coming home to find out that there had been a falling out in the house, the girl left the boy and they moved back home to their respective parents, leaving the house empty and on the market again to be brought by a nice little old lady, as it had been owned before.
wow, this is awesome, i totally forgot how wonderful it is to journal. here's to my resolutions, and to the demise of my neighbors (begone, begone begone).