1st January 2012 - A New Year

Well, it's that time of year again, were new resolutions are made to be broken, where I decide in vain that I'm going to get the body of a supermodel, work hard for University and generally be a better person. These resolutions will last approximately 2 weeks, then when I realise that it's not only expensive but hard work to eat only healthy food, that I'd rather be watching Come dine with me than read Daphne Du Maurie's 'Rebecca' and that too many people piss me off for my bad little traits to become somewhat angelic. Although, in saying that, January 1st always fills me with some curious hope and optimism, a sense of 'what will I be doing this time next year' constantly riffiling through my head...I suppose I've only got to wait another 364 days to answer my own rhetorical question. A start has been made on the universal 'New Me' mind set that men and women throughout the world have in January - I have changed hair colour and am about to sort out my room and give clothes to charity (bringing in the angelic good me)...this should be an interesting year.