Be A Singer, Be A Lover.

Happy new year. Happy birthday. I made 3 millions nps. I've had my dog for exactly a year. Fabulous things that aren't worth talking about.

If my calculations are correct, and I believe they are, if we go to university straight after college we may be moving out of our homes next year. Next year. It's so close. I've already learnt from last year that the final two years of anything go incredibly fast. I still feel like I'm in year 10, I haven't moved on from there yet. I'm eating the same food, wearing the same clothes, have the same hair, mostly the same friends with a few added extras, still hanging around with the same people. Everything is all the same but I'm quite happy with it at the moment.

So I said I wouldn't talk about new year but what about new years resolutions? I'm getting a six-pack this year. It's been decided. Although I have no idea how I'm going to do it. I've got to finish this damn film studies essay first but I've lost the sheets.

I love how excuses can be formed from the simplest of things. ♥