I really don't have anything deep and meaningful to write about at the moment. Reason being, I'm on holiday. Waterskiing does not lend itself to philosophy.
As I have nothing particularly interesting to write about, I'll write about something which is quite important to me - my life. And basically, what's been happening in it.
Before I begin, this post is dedicated to a very special Caitlin B :)
My family (Mum, Dad and I) plus one of my two best friends Caitlin B have journeyed forth from Wellington on an annual camping trip. Usually it's just my family and I (except last year, when I had my other best friend Elisha and our mutual friend Garth) but this year Caitlin has happily accompanied us. We have settled in our usual spot near Lake Atiamuri, 40 minutes north of Taupo in the North Island. Well, kind of. I said this was a camping trip, right? I lied. In previous years we have free-camped off the lake on a farm, but the farm manager (who's a total prick) threatened our safety so much last year that we can't go back. He put the bulls in our field and fenced them into a 50-metres-squared area with us. Have you ever been camping with a herd of bulls? It's not enjoyable. Or safe. Anyway, this year we're in a house, loaned to us by some people we met last year. So here we are in a house.
While we're here we do many things. The whole family waterskis, for a start (except Mum). Dad is best - he can barefoot waterski, although mostly he just slaloms REALLY well (slalom is waterskiing on one ski). I learnt to slalom last year so I'm still getting the hang of it. Caitlin had never been waterskiing until she arrived with us three days ago - she is getting her confidence up on two skis. We also swim and drive boats. Caitlin and I watch movies and play on the tire swing in the town square.
All in all it is a very enjoyable holiday.
The only problem is that it's so damn tiring! Waterskiing is very physically demanding which is why I want to go to sleep even though it's only 10:38am and also why I can't be bothered finishing this post properly.
The end.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Bittersweet NCEA.
Firstly, I'd like to begin this post with an apology. I haven't written in nearly a week (as you've no doubt noticed). I don't really have a good reason - I was away on a tramp for 3 days, but after that I've been 100% here (literally - I've hardly left the house o.O) But the real problem has been that I've had nothing to write about. When you only leave your house because your vitamin D levels are dangerously low, you kinda run out of things outsiders would be interested in. But, rejoice! Gaude (I hope you speak Latin). I finally have something to talk about, and not only that, one of the biggest SOMETHING's of the year - NCEA results.
Before I begin this story, a quick summary of NCEA is in order. If you're from NZ, skip to the next paragraph. So essentially, the National Certificate of Educational Achievement is the big certification you get for high school here in little old New Zealand. You need 80 credits to pass each of the levels - 1, 2 and 3. Being a lowly 5th former, I took Level 1 last year (you don't actually have a choice). There are two ways to gain credits: internals and externals. Internals are assignments and tests and STUFF assessed internally by the teachers at one's school. Externals are generally exams, and are marked by external markers. At L1 most standards (that's an assignment/test/exam worth credits) are worth between two and six credits. Most standards can be passed with Achievement (like a C grade), Merit (B) or Excellence (A). If one completes an NCEA at any level with 50 or more credits at Merit or Excellence, one will gain NCEA with Merit Endorsement. 50 credits or more at Excellence, and you get NCEA with Excellence - the highest grade awarded.
That's what I was aiming for (NCEA with Excellence). I didn't know if I'd got it - I had 32 Excellence credits from internals before I started exams. One of my 6-credit Latin standards was a shoe-in, I'd been getting E+ all year, so essentially I had 38 E's. 12 more and I'd be home and dry. Now, let the story commence!
NCEA results. They came out today. Online - there's another record of them in the post, but that won't get here for a few days. So here's how the story goes: I was just getting into a shower at about 11am after watching High School Musical on telly (see what I mean about not leaving the house?) when I realised that I hadn't checked CityVille yet. So I wrapped a towel around me and headed to the computer room. Getting on Facebook, I saw a post which chilled me to the bone: by a certain girl named Henny, who I have had the pleasure of being at school with these past three years. Three words, yet they were destined to change my day forever (melodrama :D) - "results are up".
My immediate reaction was "No way. Not yet! It's only the 12th for crying out loud!" NCEA results are meant to come out in the middle of January and me being me I automatically assumed they would be posted at midnight on the 15th, ready for me on the middle day of the month. But despite that small portion of my brain telling me it was all a trick, I started shaking like I was about to have a seizure or something (as it turned out I was, but I'll come to that in a sec). I clicked speedily onto the NZQA website. I'd been monitoring my account since the beginning of the month (Was I keen or WHAT?) so it had my data saved. A couple of clicks and I was in. I began to scroll down, looking for the characteristic breaks in results where my external marks were to be. Nothing (no breaks, that is). They were there!
Then I went into hyperdrive. By this time I was finding it hard to breathe (seizure symptoms getting worse) but I somehow managed to scan those results like a squirrel on crack cocaine. Two six-credit Excellences in the bag (one of them being the Latin one I knew I'd get). Two Science standards (5 credits each) at Excellence. Plus my Number paper for Maths. I hastily added it up, shaking so hard I could hardly hold a pen. Then I screamed very, very loudly and tried to call Mum. It took me three goes but I got there.
Here comes the seizure!
By the time Mum picked up I was crying hysterically. As soon as she did I screamed into the phone "I GOT NCEA WITH EXCELLENCE!!!" She didn't hear me, it just sounded like noise. I tried again. Still not getting through. Then I started crying even louder. Mum went onto panic stations, "Nina, what's wrong? What's happened?" I calmed down momentarily at that, long enough to say "Excellence endorsement" before screaming again and crying like the baby I really am. Then Mum started screaming too.
You know what the weird thing is? Mum asked shortly afterwards, she said "Those are happy tears, right?" And I said they were. But they actually weren't - I felt like my heart was breaking from grief. One of life's mysteries, I suppose.
Now that I've told my story, I need to explain the title of this post. It kinda ties in to the above paragraph. You see, NCEA results time is a time of both ecstasy and agony. For some, like me, all their dreams have come true at once. They've achieved their goals, their lives are on track. But below the hubbub of pure happiness is the other side of the exams coin - the side people like my friend Alice walk on. Alice has spina bifida, so she's in a wheelchair. She wants to be a teacher, but to do that you need to go to uni, then go to Teachers College. Alice failed NCEA Level 3 by 9 credits, meaning she doesn't make university entrance. Now, she doesn't have many options. She can go back to school and, humiliatingly, retake the year; or she can give up on the dream which pulled her through high school.
For others it's not so drastic, but still painful. Take one of my acquaintances, Neelum - although she passed, she was a single credit away from a Merit endorsement. Another friend-of-a-friend, Morgan, was four credits from an Excellence endorsement.
So this is why it's bittersweet, and I thank the Lord for giving me the depth to see it! Tonight many, many teenagers will go to sleep with a smile on their face. The others will cry themselves to sleep. Some, I have heard, have been grounded by their parents for bad results. In a home, somewhere, tonight, some parent who wants their child to succeed too much will hurt them physically for not getting the perfect result. That is a rarity, but another type of hurt will be around a lot - emotional hurt, created out of anger, from parents ashamed of their children because even though they tried as hard as they could, in the end it wasn't enough.
This is why NCEA is so very, very bittersweet. In so many ways, it's really more bitter than sweet.
Before I begin this story, a quick summary of NCEA is in order. If you're from NZ, skip to the next paragraph. So essentially, the National Certificate of Educational Achievement is the big certification you get for high school here in little old New Zealand. You need 80 credits to pass each of the levels - 1, 2 and 3. Being a lowly 5th former, I took Level 1 last year (you don't actually have a choice). There are two ways to gain credits: internals and externals. Internals are assignments and tests and STUFF assessed internally by the teachers at one's school. Externals are generally exams, and are marked by external markers. At L1 most standards (that's an assignment/test/exam worth credits) are worth between two and six credits. Most standards can be passed with Achievement (like a C grade), Merit (B) or Excellence (A). If one completes an NCEA at any level with 50 or more credits at Merit or Excellence, one will gain NCEA with Merit Endorsement. 50 credits or more at Excellence, and you get NCEA with Excellence - the highest grade awarded.
That's what I was aiming for (NCEA with Excellence). I didn't know if I'd got it - I had 32 Excellence credits from internals before I started exams. One of my 6-credit Latin standards was a shoe-in, I'd been getting E+ all year, so essentially I had 38 E's. 12 more and I'd be home and dry. Now, let the story commence!
NCEA results. They came out today. Online - there's another record of them in the post, but that won't get here for a few days. So here's how the story goes: I was just getting into a shower at about 11am after watching High School Musical on telly (see what I mean about not leaving the house?) when I realised that I hadn't checked CityVille yet. So I wrapped a towel around me and headed to the computer room. Getting on Facebook, I saw a post which chilled me to the bone: by a certain girl named Henny, who I have had the pleasure of being at school with these past three years. Three words, yet they were destined to change my day forever (melodrama :D) - "results are up".
My immediate reaction was "No way. Not yet! It's only the 12th for crying out loud!" NCEA results are meant to come out in the middle of January and me being me I automatically assumed they would be posted at midnight on the 15th, ready for me on the middle day of the month. But despite that small portion of my brain telling me it was all a trick, I started shaking like I was about to have a seizure or something (as it turned out I was, but I'll come to that in a sec). I clicked speedily onto the NZQA website. I'd been monitoring my account since the beginning of the month (Was I keen or WHAT?) so it had my data saved. A couple of clicks and I was in. I began to scroll down, looking for the characteristic breaks in results where my external marks were to be. Nothing (no breaks, that is). They were there!
Then I went into hyperdrive. By this time I was finding it hard to breathe (seizure symptoms getting worse) but I somehow managed to scan those results like a squirrel on crack cocaine. Two six-credit Excellences in the bag (one of them being the Latin one I knew I'd get). Two Science standards (5 credits each) at Excellence. Plus my Number paper for Maths. I hastily added it up, shaking so hard I could hardly hold a pen. Then I screamed very, very loudly and tried to call Mum. It took me three goes but I got there.
Here comes the seizure!
By the time Mum picked up I was crying hysterically. As soon as she did I screamed into the phone "I GOT NCEA WITH EXCELLENCE!!!" She didn't hear me, it just sounded like noise. I tried again. Still not getting through. Then I started crying even louder. Mum went onto panic stations, "Nina, what's wrong? What's happened?" I calmed down momentarily at that, long enough to say "Excellence endorsement" before screaming again and crying like the baby I really am. Then Mum started screaming too.
You know what the weird thing is? Mum asked shortly afterwards, she said "Those are happy tears, right?" And I said they were. But they actually weren't - I felt like my heart was breaking from grief. One of life's mysteries, I suppose.
Now that I've told my story, I need to explain the title of this post. It kinda ties in to the above paragraph. You see, NCEA results time is a time of both ecstasy and agony. For some, like me, all their dreams have come true at once. They've achieved their goals, their lives are on track. But below the hubbub of pure happiness is the other side of the exams coin - the side people like my friend Alice walk on. Alice has spina bifida, so she's in a wheelchair. She wants to be a teacher, but to do that you need to go to uni, then go to Teachers College. Alice failed NCEA Level 3 by 9 credits, meaning she doesn't make university entrance. Now, she doesn't have many options. She can go back to school and, humiliatingly, retake the year; or she can give up on the dream which pulled her through high school.
For others it's not so drastic, but still painful. Take one of my acquaintances, Neelum - although she passed, she was a single credit away from a Merit endorsement. Another friend-of-a-friend, Morgan, was four credits from an Excellence endorsement.
So this is why it's bittersweet, and I thank the Lord for giving me the depth to see it! Tonight many, many teenagers will go to sleep with a smile on their face. The others will cry themselves to sleep. Some, I have heard, have been grounded by their parents for bad results. In a home, somewhere, tonight, some parent who wants their child to succeed too much will hurt them physically for not getting the perfect result. That is a rarity, but another type of hurt will be around a lot - emotional hurt, created out of anger, from parents ashamed of their children because even though they tried as hard as they could, in the end it wasn't enough.
This is why NCEA is so very, very bittersweet. In so many ways, it's really more bitter than sweet.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The Unreliability of Boys.
I believe in many things. Jesus Christ. Gnomes. The Bermuda Triangle. Santa (kidding). But of all these excellent beliefs, the one which I'm prepared to swear by is this: The Unreliability of Boys.
Capitalised like that, The Unreliability of Boys could be some sort of mystical object. Substitute Unreliability for Icecream and you'll see what I mean. But The Unreliability of Boys is really just that - the fact that the male species, and especially the teenage subspecies, is REALLY unreliable.
I'll start my story with a brief timetable of my holidays. I officially left school at the beginning of November to study for and participate in exams. Exams finished on the 1st of December. From then 'til school starts again in early February is the official holidays. You'd think that some time in those more-than-2-months you'd be able to see the boy who lives 10 metres away across the road (Reuben) and his ubiquitous best friend (Jack)? Well, apparently not. First of all, they both vanish off the planet for the first month. Then, finally, they reappear in early January. I know this because my bedroom window has a fantastic view of his living room (I'm not a stalker or anything... or am I? o.O). So I run round to Reuben's place and barge into his house, just to annoy him (hes's painfully shy/scared of girls. I'll write a post on that later), and ask when Jack will be there. Reuben stutters something about him coming round tomorrow or the day after. Ok, fine. I'll wait.
Tomorrow comes. Tomorrow goes. The day after comes. I get bored and call Reuben - Jack should be round the next day. Great.
The day after goes. The next day comes. I'm content to just wait patiently - I have a good enough view of Reuben's front door to know when Jack arrives. By 2pm, however, I'm getting a bit restless. When Reuben's mother Annie arrives in the street to chat to my mum, I know my chance has come. I jump off the computer seat and run to stand next to my mum. At one of the gaps in the conversation I ask Annie politely when Jack will be here. She replies that he's meant to be coming round on Saturday. SATURDAY?! IT'S WEDNESDAY!!! >:(
I can be a very patient person. Usually knowing that Jack'll be round on Saturday when it's only Wednesday is fine by me. This would be the case, if I were in town on Saturday. In reality I'll be away, drowning, on a tramp (I'm like a magnet for bad weather while anything outdoorsy is going on). I leave the day before Jack comes round and get back two days after he's been. What lousy timing is that? However, even that wouldn't be too bad if Jack was going to come around again, later, which he will. But where will I be? Camping 300 kilometres away, of course. After I get back it's the beginning of school. So... maybe I'll see him next summer?
Fuck you, universe.
Capitalised like that, The Unreliability of Boys could be some sort of mystical object. Substitute Unreliability for Icecream and you'll see what I mean. But The Unreliability of Boys is really just that - the fact that the male species, and especially the teenage subspecies, is REALLY unreliable.
I'll start my story with a brief timetable of my holidays. I officially left school at the beginning of November to study for and participate in exams. Exams finished on the 1st of December. From then 'til school starts again in early February is the official holidays. You'd think that some time in those more-than-2-months you'd be able to see the boy who lives 10 metres away across the road (Reuben) and his ubiquitous best friend (Jack)? Well, apparently not. First of all, they both vanish off the planet for the first month. Then, finally, they reappear in early January. I know this because my bedroom window has a fantastic view of his living room (I'm not a stalker or anything... or am I? o.O). So I run round to Reuben's place and barge into his house, just to annoy him (hes's painfully shy/scared of girls. I'll write a post on that later), and ask when Jack will be there. Reuben stutters something about him coming round tomorrow or the day after. Ok, fine. I'll wait.
Tomorrow comes. Tomorrow goes. The day after comes. I get bored and call Reuben - Jack should be round the next day. Great.
The day after goes. The next day comes. I'm content to just wait patiently - I have a good enough view of Reuben's front door to know when Jack arrives. By 2pm, however, I'm getting a bit restless. When Reuben's mother Annie arrives in the street to chat to my mum, I know my chance has come. I jump off the computer seat and run to stand next to my mum. At one of the gaps in the conversation I ask Annie politely when Jack will be here. She replies that he's meant to be coming round on Saturday. SATURDAY?! IT'S WEDNESDAY!!! >:(
I can be a very patient person. Usually knowing that Jack'll be round on Saturday when it's only Wednesday is fine by me. This would be the case, if I were in town on Saturday. In reality I'll be away, drowning, on a tramp (I'm like a magnet for bad weather while anything outdoorsy is going on). I leave the day before Jack comes round and get back two days after he's been. What lousy timing is that? However, even that wouldn't be too bad if Jack was going to come around again, later, which he will. But where will I be? Camping 300 kilometres away, of course. After I get back it's the beginning of school. So... maybe I'll see him next summer?
Fuck you, universe.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Why Holidays Suck.
I'd estimate that approximately 99.99% of the world's teenage population prefer holidays to school. I mean, what's not to like about holidays? You can do whatever you want. Catch up with friends, watch heaps of TV, visit other parts of the country (or world) and basically catch up on some well-deserved R&R.
Sadly, however, there still remains the extra 0.01%, who find school much more enjoyable than holidays. I feel very, very sorry for those people. Mainly, because I'm one of them.
GASP! I know. Incredible isn't it? As well as illogical and stupid, of course. But on the whole I find having my time occupied much more enjoyable than being left to my own devices. But for the first week of the holidays, I'm having the time of my life - internet and TV, 24/7. But after that first week my downtime takes a negative turn. I've seen all the interesting programs, played all the interesting games - now what? Well, nothing. I just have to go on playing the same games and watching reruns for the other 5 weeks. What a waste of time! In those five weeks I could have learnt to speak fluent Spanish. As it is, I'm stuck on a chair, bored and completely Espanol-less.
As a mathematical equation, holidays = monotony. While school might be boring, at least there's a bit of variety in the boringness. With holidays it's just the same thing over and over again. What's more, it's the same ENJOYABLE thing over and over again. Which makes it no longer enjoyable. At least the topics at school were unenjoyable to begin with. Another reason why holidays suck - they ruin enjoyable things as surely as Novel Study ruins whichever Novel we're Studying.
In conclusion, holidays suck. The end.
Sadly, however, there still remains the extra 0.01%, who find school much more enjoyable than holidays. I feel very, very sorry for those people. Mainly, because I'm one of them.
GASP! I know. Incredible isn't it? As well as illogical and stupid, of course. But on the whole I find having my time occupied much more enjoyable than being left to my own devices. But for the first week of the holidays, I'm having the time of my life - internet and TV, 24/7. But after that first week my downtime takes a negative turn. I've seen all the interesting programs, played all the interesting games - now what? Well, nothing. I just have to go on playing the same games and watching reruns for the other 5 weeks. What a waste of time! In those five weeks I could have learnt to speak fluent Spanish. As it is, I'm stuck on a chair, bored and completely Espanol-less.
As a mathematical equation, holidays = monotony. While school might be boring, at least there's a bit of variety in the boringness. With holidays it's just the same thing over and over again. What's more, it's the same ENJOYABLE thing over and over again. Which makes it no longer enjoyable. At least the topics at school were unenjoyable to begin with. Another reason why holidays suck - they ruin enjoyable things as surely as Novel Study ruins whichever Novel we're Studying.
In conclusion, holidays suck. The end.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Resolutions: why I fail at them and why this year will be different.
Hello followers. God, that sounds egocentric. Let's try that again. Hello friends :)
Are you excited for the New Year? I am. To me, the new year is like a chance at a new life. The first day of January is the opportunity that we've all been waiting for - an opportunity to turn over a fresh leaf. Often, in our excitement over the end of our old life and the beginning of the new, we make Resolutions. Resolutions with a capital R. We make them, and they dictate what our perfect new life will be like. That's New Years Day. Then, on the second day of January, we make a mistake... and if you're like me, a total perfectionist, then that's it. It's all or nothing, baby! Once you've made a mistake, why carry on? It's not going to be perfect, so there's really no point anymore.
This time, I've got the one-up on myself though. Because, top of the list of Resolutions, is the perfect conquerer of perfectionism - the Resolution to be less of a perfectionist.
Now that I've got that out of the way, it's time to get on with the proper Resolutions. They're mainly practical - you know, get a job tutoring primary school students, spend no more that $4/week on lollies (I have a notoriously sweet tooth), do at least 30 minutes of music practice a day. But then I stopped, and thought. Because something really weird has been happening to me lately:
I keep feeling the urge to compliment strangers on their clothes.
Odd, isn't it? But I thought, and thought. And I realised it would be a fantastic starting-point for an immeasurable Resolution: a resolution to be nicer. Properly nicer. I know, everyone always makes that resolution. And then fails at it, because it's immeasurable; you can't NOT fail. But this time is different, because I am making niceness semi-measurable. To me, there's nothing nicer than a compliment from a stranger. For example, today after going shopping and buying a beautiful sundress, I walked into The Body Shop to be complimented on my gorgeous dress by three shop assistants simultaneously. It made my day. So why not pass it on?
And that is why, friends, I am going to be a better person this year. Because when I feel a spontaneous little urge to talk to a complete stranger about their awesome fashion sense, I'm going to follow it. Everyone loves spontaneity. Everyone loves compliments. Everyone wins!
Are you excited for the New Year? I am. To me, the new year is like a chance at a new life. The first day of January is the opportunity that we've all been waiting for - an opportunity to turn over a fresh leaf. Often, in our excitement over the end of our old life and the beginning of the new, we make Resolutions. Resolutions with a capital R. We make them, and they dictate what our perfect new life will be like. That's New Years Day. Then, on the second day of January, we make a mistake... and if you're like me, a total perfectionist, then that's it. It's all or nothing, baby! Once you've made a mistake, why carry on? It's not going to be perfect, so there's really no point anymore.
This time, I've got the one-up on myself though. Because, top of the list of Resolutions, is the perfect conquerer of perfectionism - the Resolution to be less of a perfectionist.
Now that I've got that out of the way, it's time to get on with the proper Resolutions. They're mainly practical - you know, get a job tutoring primary school students, spend no more that $4/week on lollies (I have a notoriously sweet tooth), do at least 30 minutes of music practice a day. But then I stopped, and thought. Because something really weird has been happening to me lately:
I keep feeling the urge to compliment strangers on their clothes.
Odd, isn't it? But I thought, and thought. And I realised it would be a fantastic starting-point for an immeasurable Resolution: a resolution to be nicer. Properly nicer. I know, everyone always makes that resolution. And then fails at it, because it's immeasurable; you can't NOT fail. But this time is different, because I am making niceness semi-measurable. To me, there's nothing nicer than a compliment from a stranger. For example, today after going shopping and buying a beautiful sundress, I walked into The Body Shop to be complimented on my gorgeous dress by three shop assistants simultaneously. It made my day. So why not pass it on?
And that is why, friends, I am going to be a better person this year. Because when I feel a spontaneous little urge to talk to a complete stranger about their awesome fashion sense, I'm going to follow it. Everyone loves spontaneity. Everyone loves compliments. Everyone wins!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Me + Blogging: a flashback
Every now and then something will remind me about the world of blogging. Perhaps it's a snippet of conversation, or a glimpse of a webpage. Whatever it is, it will often get me thinking about how awesome it would be to write a blog. I visualise myself being effortlessly hilarious, entertaining, engaging, amusing and other excellent synonyms. I see myself watching as the page view count on my blog reaches the millions. I imagine Nina H, local celebrity, international success and blogger extraordinaire.
For about half and hour I'll be in a haze of excitement; I search eagerly through countless blogging websites, finally choosing the one that will lead me to the blogging hall of fame. I sign up, choose the look which I think most suits the incredible awesomeness which my blog will unfailingly become, and write my first blog post. After 5 minutes of hyper-writing I sigh contentedly, click "Publish Post" and lean back in my chair to contemplate my own genius in starting what will undoubtedly be an overnight success. Then I click onto Facebook, do my chores and play some music. After this point, the blog will probably never touch my mind again. If, by some miraculous chance, it does reappear from the depths of my brain I will consider writing another post before deciding it's too much effort and going off to play some more CityVille.
There is really no reason why this blog will be any different. It has started the same as those five or six other blogs, which have all disappeared into the recesses of the internet, never to be seen again. However, I believe that this blog will be different. The reason being that it is currently the 30th of December - 2 days until I make my New Years Resolutions. Once it is a Resolution, this blog will become a permanent fixture in my life. For the next two day, then, I just have to remember it. ...So maybe it's not that different after all.
For about half and hour I'll be in a haze of excitement; I search eagerly through countless blogging websites, finally choosing the one that will lead me to the blogging hall of fame. I sign up, choose the look which I think most suits the incredible awesomeness which my blog will unfailingly become, and write my first blog post. After 5 minutes of hyper-writing I sigh contentedly, click "Publish Post" and lean back in my chair to contemplate my own genius in starting what will undoubtedly be an overnight success. Then I click onto Facebook, do my chores and play some music. After this point, the blog will probably never touch my mind again. If, by some miraculous chance, it does reappear from the depths of my brain I will consider writing another post before deciding it's too much effort and going off to play some more CityVille.
There is really no reason why this blog will be any different. It has started the same as those five or six other blogs, which have all disappeared into the recesses of the internet, never to be seen again. However, I believe that this blog will be different. The reason being that it is currently the 30th of December - 2 days until I make my New Years Resolutions. Once it is a Resolution, this blog will become a permanent fixture in my life. For the next two day, then, I just have to remember it. ...So maybe it's not that different after all.
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