Its January already!!!!!

When did that happen?

OK.
So I remember New Years Eve happening, but now its nearly 2 WEEKS IN.
EEEK!!!!!

This year is already running away from me.
I need to get it under control, slow it down and stop running to stand still.

Fat Chance.
Bah.

It only seems like yesterday that this lady was having her 21st birthday!



And NO!!!
I'm NOT that old!!!!
I was a tiny baby when it happened, just very advanced for my age ;)

Actually I think I was about 9.
I can remember her coming home with my Dad in this mad afghan coat , smoking roll-ups, drinking whisky and talking about all the bands that she'd been hanging out with.
She seemed so completely cool.
:D
I guess she hasn't changed much inside, she's still nutty, you just wouldn't know it to look at her.

I haven't been able to get to another Ceroc class yet.
Things keep coming up.

Last week I was at work till nearly 11pm [ well, if you include the time from 8.30 at Pizza Express with my workmates I was ]
And this week is going to be the same.
Its deadline time for the website and we're proof reading like idiots, deleting waffle like mad and trying to sound like we actually know what we're talking about while not boring anyone who might read it with too much complex stuff.
We found an excellent photo for it though.
Its my fave.



Hmmmmmm
I just thought.....
Did I mention the Ceroc on this blog before?

I can't remember.
And I can't be bothered to go look.
If I did just ignore this bit.

If i didn't, Ceroc is a kind of cross between Salsa and Rock'n'roll and i decided to start going to classes just before Christmas.
Its fun.
So I'm sort of peeved that I'm having to do other stuff when i should be learning new steps and getting sweaty on the dancefloor.
:D

But to get back to the run-away 2007.
Its only been in existance for a couple of weeks and yet it seems that its going to be a year of change.
Capital C, Capital H, Capital A....
Oh, you get the picture.

One of my best friends is moving away to frolic with Basset hounds and mad [but in a good way] people.
When I heard about it I was sad ish , but you can't be sad around someone who's suddenly the happiest I have ever known them to be.
And I'm looking around me , and my world is suddenly different.
Sure, lots of the things actually happened late last year, but they've taken a while to settle in, and its as if they have only really happened now,

So I'm going to make this year a positive one.
Capital P...ah , hell :D

Wish me luck
x

PMS or just edgy?

There are days when I feel wrong.
I wake up with an empty feeling in my... stomach? head? heart? all of the previous actually.
I do the things that I should be doing and yet feel as if I'm getting no where.
I look around me and seem unable to interact properly with anything or anybody.
I go online and see my friends there on MSN or AIM and log on , search my suddenly empty brain for something/anything to talk to them about, and log off again as I can't find a single thing to say.
Even to the people that I wanted to talk to so urgently a second earlier.

So what do i do?

I escape into a book.

I escape into other peoples lives.

So that i can ignore my own.

Maybe one day soon I'll be able to deal with my own life enough so that I dont have to escape anymore.

A week off work.

I actually got around to taking some time off.

About time too.

Not that I've been dossing about doing nothing.

I went to the design museum to see the Vision Aid Overseas chandeliers



and the Alan Fletcher work, and fell in love with this little sweetie

evening haiku

Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.

Shiki, Masaoka. (1867-1902).

A dead chrysanthemum
and yet - isn't there still something
remaining in it?

Takahama, Kyoshi

Christmas

I had to do the christmas window for work because the person who normally does it is off.
Its not bad, but I've done beter.
Still its about 6 or more years since i've had to so i'm not going to beat myself up about it too much.

In other news, I'm off to see my mum on wednesday so expect more Photos.