This week I celebrated my 31st birthday. Or should I say my second 30th. In my usual lack of enthusiasm for cleaning I managed to keep 90% of my 30th birthday decorations on full display around the back room of my house. And in doing so I have realised how the stability I talked about in the last entry is quite possibly turning into a little bit of predictability.
- To begin with, my year has started with the usual dilemma of whether a blog is worthwhile or whether it's another procrastination tool destined to only ever clog up what is an already amazingly organised minimalistic world of interwebness. (I think there was sarcasm in that sentence somewhere).
- I again tried giving up Coke although, with the experience of having not lost a single ounce of weight in the 8 months that I did it last year, only lasted about 8 days. Although I have cut down considerably since the holidays finished. I'm also back at Boxercise and, daresay, will start and not complete the Wii Active challenge on numerous occasions, only to give in to the desires of more social exercise regimes.
- I continued to live in my unfinished house, got over the honey moon period of my job in the first 4 weeks back, had a birthday, and wore my Xentai (which I think I spelled Zentai in the last entry).
- I was blue
- I have found myself counting down to the next set of holidays, and
- I look forward to being multi-cultural, even if that does only mean donning a fake moustache and calling out "itsa pizza"
Luckily there have been some slight changes to the story:
- I am looking forward to leaving the country for the first time ever (and secretly shitting my self. I've seen "Air-crash Investigations" and "Bangkok Hilton")
- I got stupid drunk in front of my boss,
- I have resorted to writing blog posts with no pictures / humour / thoughts of interest (oh wait, that is predictable), and
- I found some intriguing significance in the number 21.
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