New Year

Weight: somewhere around 8st? (I don’t actually own a set of scales), units of alcohol 0 (vg – except when considering how much I drank on Hogmanay and am probably still processing), cigarettes 0 (see previous), calories approx. 1 million (New Year’s day hangover consumption. Also, couldn’t care less), New Year’s resolutions 2.

First blog entry of 2012, how exciting! Admittedly there’s been some radio silence on the blog front but I’ve been busy. With stuff. Lots of very important stuff.

I’ve been reading Bridget Jones’ recently (don’t judge me, it’s actually very funny. If a little scary at times. Surely not all women are that crazy? Hmm) for those who don’t get the opening reference.

Anyway, this blog is supposed to be about my travels. So what have I been doing since I last wrote? Lots and nothing I guess.

I got a new job on account of the last one cutting hours to the point of ridiculousness. So now I work in a place that sells noodles. Lots and lots of noodles. I therefore eat lots and lots of noodles.

I finally went on a couple of trips. I saw Orca whales on the ferry back from Victoria and lots of snow in Whistler. The snow was to be expected given it’s a ski resort, but it was still very pretty nonetheless. Now that I’m working in a full time job I’m planning on doing all that travelling I’ve been wanting to do but was too poor to actually do. Next step: compiling list of priorities and scheduling some time off work, huzzah!

Christmas was lovely, I spent it with Ian’s parents doing the typical eating lots of food and wearing daft hats. Boxing day was spent on the sofa, eating more food and watching the junior hockey championships. Canada has been kicking everyone’s ass incidentally. Hogmanay was also good, even though no one knows what that means over here. I worked til 9pm, which was fine because I have good people to work with, then went out to a bar and drank myself silly. The actually ringing in of the bells was accompanied by a (somewhat brief) extract of Auld Lang Syne, which made me kind of homesick. There was no drunken singing the song or hand holding or any of that stuff. I definitely think us Scots know how to ring in the bells better. However, the company was great, there was some awesome drunken dancing, some shots of Jack (ouch) and we even managed to score a taxi right after leaving. It was like a Hogmanay miracle.

On that note, I actually made New Year Resolutions this year. Firstly, I need to send my book off to publishers. It’s finally at a stage where I feel comfortable with it (I wont say finished because I’m not sure if it could ever be finished, I could keep playing around with it forever which is just pointless), and if I don’t at least try then I’ll be kicking myself forever. And I'd have a wasted of a LOT of time writing it. So I have a list of a whole bunch of publishers that deal with YA fiction and I’ll see where it goes. Secondly, I really miss derby. I’ve become a bit of an unfit mess so I need to pull my finger out, get back in shape and finally get back into derby. It’s about bloomin’ time.

2012: Bring it on.