I Am Really Not In Love With How,

This post will be my 149th, and I have no reason or excuse to write it as a part one and part two, so there's nothing I can do about it. If I had just done 1! more post in 2015 I would be able to go into 2016 on 150 and I don't mind that as a number.

Ah well, there is nothing that can be logically done about it now, so I guess I'm just going to have to attempt to let it go. I also need to let go of the fact that I don't have a New Years go to film. Halloween is easy because it's any scary film that you feel like - this year I watched one of the incarnations of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, though if you asked me which one it was I would have no idea. Bonfire Night, well, remember, remember the fifth of November, and V for Vendetta couldn't make that happen any better. Christmas Eve was made for The Nightmare Before Christmas and Valentine's day gets to choose between Nicholas Sparks movies and Valentine's Day the movie (though the last one is best when you're single because then it's just hilarious). 

This year has been weird insofar as it has been pretty crappy at points, and then at others, I have felt like I needed to be pinched. Graduation still feels like I dreamt it. I sometimes think it's a joke degree or the university will call me up and say I have to do another year or they will take it back. *Really* hoping that neither of those things is the case.

I would normally post my resolutions publically, but I'm not going to do that this year because every year I commit myself to wanting to publish something again, or getting through editing and it's not got me anywhere yet, so what I am willing to commit to is taking the next year as it comes.

Happy New Year guys - see you on the other side!

The Grand Days of Getting Old(er),

I know that things change as you get older; the priorities you had when you were a child disappear as you become a teenager, and then eventually that gives way to less and less mild forms of adulthood, but recently, I've been noticing it a lot. 

In the place of happiness from making a mess and eating a disproportionate amount of chocolate to what would be deemed healthy is now the joy that comes from cooking something which is more than just edible, or the sense of calm that comes from your house being clean as New Years passes. I can't explain how good it felt that when midnight came and went, much as it ever does when it's not celebrated by fireworks, I knew that the bathrooms had been drowned in the appropriate amount of bleach, the sofa had been hoovered and the kitchen sink had been scrubbed until it was almost the same colour as when it was in the show room (I will point out that that day was some time around twelve years ago). I'm even happier now that my room is properly clean thanks to my new hoover. 

The weird thing is, whilst I was still living at home, my mother had to withhold my pocket money in order to get me to do anything which resembled cleaning - except for rinsing my plate before putting it into the dishwasher, but I don't really count that. I'm now at the point where I can't focus on anything else unless something at least looks clean - well, the kitchen and the bathrooms anyway. My room doesn't get done unless someone is making me do it, or I have an assignment due. 

Pair all of that with the knitting I've been doing recently, I am honestly turning 90 on my next birthday.