Saturday, 4 January 2014

Ways in which I will be more lady-like, grown up and generally betterbehaved this year

1. Always open post in timely manner, rather than spend entire days dealing with piles of 'overdue notices' months later.

2. Stop snacking on cheese and pretending this is ok. This is not ok.

3. Stop getting drunk and sleeping with friends on social occasions. There is such a thing as being 'too friendly'. Also, stop kissing 19-year old boys in clubs. See previous note on friendliness.

4. Leave room in tidy and serene state. Do not cheat by throwing piles of clothes into drawers. Out of sight is, quite clearly, not out of mind.

5. Establish how to work central heating. Ask for help from more sensible, knowledgeable housemate if needs be. Do not rise to taunts when housemate realises that one year after moving in, I still do not know how to work central heating. 

6. Remove empty products from the shower once they are finished. The edge of the bath is destined for candles; it is not to be used as a graveyard for packaging.

7. Further to previous post, stop doodling in meetings. Instead, take insightful and thoughtful notes. Be professional, in control and intelligent at all times. Try hard not to spill coffee on colleagues in particularly important meetings.

8. Stop wearing short skirts to work just to piss off certain team member who vocally disapproves. This is neither big, nor clever. Though will miss hilarious debriefing with Best Work Friend via instant chat on said vocal disapprove. 

9. Cut down on caffeine, alcohol and processed foods. Fill self with peppermint tea, whole grains and water. Pretend withdrawal headaches are not happening and power through like Roman soldier in 300 or Beyonce.

10. Actually stick to above rules. Seriously. 

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Adios, 2013



2013 has been an odd sort of year. It was the year that saw me move from student to bonafide real person. The year I settled in a new city, cracked on with a new job and made a load of new friends. The year I turned 24.

When I was young, 24 seemed like a ripe, old age. Little Connie envisioned her grown up counterpart taking a good, hard look in the mirror, smiling knowingly and proclaiming to the world, "Yes, I am now a woman. Goodbye, girlhood. We have arrived."

The real picture is a somewhat sorrier state. As I sit in my chronically untidy bedroom and ponder the life I have created for myself, I can't help but think adulthood has been thrust upon me. I am unwilling victim.

Approaching the mid-twenties mark, I still display the clear and unmistakeable signs of a child trapped within a young professional's body. I doodle in work meetings (wholly inappropriate, sorry Mum), I avoid chores and errands at all costs and I still think it is more than ok to get tiddly on a school night. I find the Daily Mail 'sidebar of shame' enormously entertaining, I am incapable of curbing my shopping habit and I am entirely committed to my fake tanning regime. That's right - even now, in the dead of winter, I am convinced I can fool people into believing my bronzed complexion is 'all natural'.

Don't get me wrong, I've had a tremendous 2013. I've seen more bands this year than you can shake a stick at, I've thrown my bank balance into despair by embarking on a number of incredible holidays and I've cried with laughter on such a regular basis my abs have now formed an orderly six-pack (or at least they would have had I not also tormented my body with cocktails and tequila all year...)

It's just, maybe I should start taking life a little more seriously. This year, I endeavour to play the part a little better. Here's to 2014; the year I finally grow up. 

Little Connie would be proud.

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