Cheese and other failures

I failed to post this post last year. It was supposed to be about my failures . Y'know: my being a non kid-liker (they creep me out and have way too much snot); my inability to keep this thing running and my not being impressed with a grape juice cheese and wine.
See the way I own my downs. Nice.

I didn't get past the title the first time round, then I went on an impromptu christmas shopping run through london and manchester. Flew outta joburg on christmas day, spent a week with my mom and sister spending daddy's hard earned coins, flew back on the third. Not as cool as it sounds. Coz even though it did snow on new year's eve, I spent said night drinking lemonade and watching "2008's most annoying people". Yes, on tv. Yes, it was actual soft frozen water falling from the sky (I really like snow - I grew up in a place where green isn't really a natural colour). No, there was no vodka, rum, cane, battery acid in my lemonade.

But now it's 2009. yay. Cue list of things I will never do and will feel guilty about till march.

Or:
list of people I will totally score before march
list of ways to annoy my neighbours (till they get fed up and call my folks in march)
list of cds to actually buy before the anti-pirates get me in march
list of things to know for that degree thing that I won't be getting in march
list of places I'm boycotting in march
list of things that are lists and are loosely connected by way of march

march will be massive, my horoscope says so.

One list that isn't up there is my skills list. Them at a book store I wanted to work last year pointed out that "being kinda good at playing and stuff" does not render me employable.

new year's resi: find a skill (like marching?)

back in a moment

So it's been a coupla days since I last put fingertips to keyboard. And it's only polite to catch you up - but unfortunately, in the last four days, absolutely nothing has happened.

Well, obviously not nothing. The sun rose; some birds sang; I ate some cereal; crawled some blogs; ate more cereal; slept. And having nothing to do, I've been looking back on this past year. Sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a grimace and sometimes with that rumbling sense of lost dignity. Actually, mostly with that rumbling.

Why the rumbling? I'd like to lay the blame at the feet of the gods of fermentation. But that would be unfair to the lesser gods of bad judgement, bad timing and the spirit of good idea at the time. But yes, I know I have only myself to blame.
And society.

Ok, society probably had very little to do with me kissing a boy (in protest), or trying to break into my neighbour's, or [HEY, THIS BIT GOT CUT COS MAYBE IT'S OFFENSIVE], or my mid lecture pass out.

And as much as I would love to delve into my failings as a responsible adult, right now I have to get a five year old to stop banging on the damn piano. (obvs, neither are mine: kids, I can't deal with; pianos, can't afford. And babysitting is on my never again list.)

a blog is not for christmas

Hi.

I suppose this means I'm back. But this probably means nothing to you as you have no idea who I am.
We-ell (so you read it like that annoyingly condescending teacher you hated all through high school):
1. I'm not an annoying teacher (I might've left it at "I'm not annoying" but I'm not sure if that would've been a lie).
2. I used to have a way cool blog.
3. I started said way cool blog 'coz I was on vac at my parents house, was bored and needed something to immerse myself in.
4. I ended said way cool blog 'coz once I got back to my real life in Cape Town, I lacked the time (and effort) needed to continue.
5. I'm resurrecting said blog 'coz I am on vac at my parents house, am bored and need something to immerse myself in.

That is why I'm back - as opposed to simply arriving.
And yes, I am suitably ashamed.

So I now vow to never again dump my blog baby in favour of a social-slash-academic-slash-personal life. And, of course, by personal I just mean solitary Friday night pizza, beer and Scrubs re-run affairs.

What is incredibly frustrating is that I lost all my cyber goodwill when I ended this the first time round. No more award winning posts; avid reader base; umm... stuff.
Ok, maybe I didn't lose much.

Now all you need to do is promise your unending love and support or maybe just an occasional look in.

PS. I know my current moniker is daft (ha ha: draft), but I was running out of ideas and I like green.