The trouble with growing up 16 February, 2009
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Seems everytime I go to post here, the layout of the text editor has changed. I never know from one post to the next how to do anything. I must be getting old…
So – to those people who check this blog once a quarter or more – Hi! How’s things?
The big scoop of the century is that I have made it to 30. I say made it, like it’s the pinnacle of my existence, but to be honest I was kind of hoping to never be here. Not that I was hoping to die or anything psycho-depresso like that, but I’m officially old, and… well… I still live with my parents with pretty much no hope of escape. I’m also now pretty much whoever it is I’m going to be for the rest of my life (’cause lets face it – old folks don’t get reputations for being stuck in their ways for nothin’!), and I have to say I’m not particularly impressed.
I’m also discovering extreme grumpiness, especially when exposed to politicans and the utter nonsense they spout on an hourly basis. I will forbear from ripping them to shreds for now, but I make no promises…
So yeah – I’m not overly thrilled or excited; just gettings to grips with the mundane.
The More Things Change 3 March, 2007
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Happy Clinton Cards Day! 15 February, 2007
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I used to ‘get’ Valentines’ Day. Seriously, I did. It was all about giving me an excuse to let certain special someones know how I actually felt about them, because I’m otherwise too idiotically petrified to do so, or too embarrased or some other such stupidity.
There’s a side effect to this though. (more…)
The (Happier?) New Year 3 January, 2007
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I live to see 2007! Who’d have thought, eh?
Right now I have a strange sense of optimism, which is odd, because it’s not like anything in my life has changed or even threatened to. I do feel like something most excellent is going to happen soon though. I can but hope it’s something I’ll actually appreciate.
An unexplained absence 22 December, 2006
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And no, I’m not going to explain it either. It’s my blog and I can vanish if I want to! 
More seriously, I’ve found it difficult to motivate myself to say anything recently. It’s mostly because there are things that I really want to say, but I know that the consequences of saying them would be far worse than not saying them. Some things really are best left unsaid.
On a blog anyway.
That said, I am going to try to be a bit more chatty.
Well whaddya know? 24 May, 2006
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Today I was offered a job. (more…)
The lock-up 9 May, 2006
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Today I had what I call a panic attack (disclaimer: this may or may not be what the medical profession terms a panic attack – I have no idea).
After getting home from work I had a lie down for a nap. I was woken by a call from an agency regarding an engineering job. (more…)
Fear, Motivation and God 2 May, 2006
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Oh well, back to 17 April, 2006
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Had a very relaxing time in Portugal (even if I haven’t got that much of a tan due to factor 30). I’ll have some photos up at some point, once I’ve got them off my mum’s laptop, which is were I dumped them when my paltry 128meg memory card got full.
I’ve decided that the problem with holidays is coming back to what you left behind. While some time away gives you some fresh perspective, you still have to integrate it into your standard life, which is easier said than done.
Not sure what to say… 25 March, 2006
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…but I couldn’t let today pass without at least notice on here. As it is I wrote a mammoth journal entry today (6 pages, by far the most I’ve written for a single day) and now I’m all self-analysed out.
I must highly recommend journal-writing as therapy, especially if you’re like me. My journal has allowed me to express the things I simply can’t tell anyone:
- A journal always has time for you
- A journal doesn’t get uncomfortable or try to change the subject
- A journal doesn’t pass judgement or give pointless stock advice
- A journal has the time you need to let you explain everything fully
- A journal doesn’t need to be reminded of past installments
Now I don’t intend to complain about anyone with that list (‘twould be highly hypocritical seeing as I’m guilty of all the above on a regular basis), just to point out the benefits that a journal has.
Just think of it as a private blog 
