A new year.
Just short of 18.15, still not showered, still not dressed. No need? Home alone. Only a pizza, bottle of Jack and a crappy horror film to keep me company. No complaints here I say. Only thing that could possibly make it better would be this...
New plans, new job. Got to get fit, got to read more. Got to learn how to Snowboard, meet new people. Getting a new Tattoo soon. Can't wait. Thinking about buying a Gryffindor hoody to seal the geek/nerd(gasm) factor.
Looking forward to new job, better money, better hours. New start. Yes, new start. No more bullshit.
Reading alot. Too many books on the go. A list:
Fulgrim - Graham McNeill (5th book in The Horus Heresy series.)
World War Z - Max brooks (same author as The Zombie Survival Guide)
In Cold Blood - Truman Capote (not started)
The God Delusion - Richard Dawkins
Watchmen - Alan Moore (Graphic Novel which is a bit of a slog, no matter how good it is)
The Complete Chronicles of Narnia - C.S.Lewis (thanks sis...)
Gah, can't get my head round them all. Need to systematically finish off the ones that are nearly done before I continue the rest. 
I've been thinking about my hair non-stop. I didn't think I'd become so obsessed with it, but I can't wait till it's longer and I can do things with it. Mainly tie it back without a stupid head band. It's odd, but I feel more myself now than I have ever felt with short hair. I'm going in the right direction with everything it seems. Not just with my hair. It's certainly helping.
I'm happy.
