My Mumbling Thoughts

With new years, come new resolutions. What should I put on my list? Probably to start going to the gym, especially with all of the eating/drinking I do and my limiting physical activities. Or perhaps I should quit smoking. I have cut down quite a lot in the past few weeks, but that's mostly because I've been ill and actually couldn't smoke without wanting to cry straight afterwards. Besides, if I quit, I wouldn't be able to use my new, super awesome Christmas present that Helen got for me. It's this really cool cigarette case and I want to get proper use out of it.

Actually, I quit making new year's resolutions a long time ago. Mostly because I never stick to them, and I don't really believe in it. Why should people make goals at the start of every new year? Things aren't necessarily always bad after December ends, and who's to say that people can't make goals in the middle of the year and stick to them? It just seems a little unrealistic to me.

But it is a new year, and with that comes a new start. A new beginning. A chance to kiss last year and all of it's problems good-bye, and wave in a new year to try and make better. Do better. Which I plan on doing with great enthusiasm.

Earlier today I realized something...I hate Samantha. No, not myself...Her. Samantha Brown. Good lord she gets on my nerves. She has her own television show on the Travel Channel, and there's something about her that really bothers me. She's so annoying and seems so fake. She travels all over the world and does this program, and it's shit. I mean, okay she does do her job of going to all of the real tourist spots and educating the audience on them, but she does it in such a cheesy and family friendly way. I can't stand it.

And worst of all, she has my name!

I suppose I can't lie and also admit that part of me is slightly jealous. Only slightly, mind you. She gets to go all over the world while someone else pays for her airfare and accommodation. And can I just say that she stays in some really swanky places. I wouldn't be crying if I had to stay in some of the hotels that she got to stay in. I'd probably be feeling like a princess.

I just don't like her. Her voice is annoying too. She's just crap.

If I were allowed to go all over the world like she does, my show would be so much better. I wouldn't go to all of the tourist spots, but rather get down and really get to know the country and it's people. Mingle a little more with the locals and properly learn about the place, rather than all of the facts that come along with it. Sure, it's good to have all of the education and background on places, but people also want to know about the present, what's going on now that makes it so kick ass. I could be relatable. I could be funny. I could change my hairstyle every so often so people aren't confused if they've already seen this particular episode (seriously, Samantha Brown needs a new goddamned hairstyle).

It was just a thought until I changed the channel because I couldn't stand to watch her put one more piece of chocolate in her annoying mouth when she was in Switzerland.

But recently I have been doing some thinking while I've been loafing around the house. Yes, I loaf now. It's no longer relaxing or unwinding from uni. I loaf. I mean, if I were a shoe....and I'm sure you can figure out the rest of that sentence. You would think that I had just got out of a terrible relationship and now all I do is loaf around, not showering until the end of the day, eating whatever I feel like at whatever time of day (cookies at 8am, cereal at 10:13pm) and doing nothing else but watching TV and fixing my iTunes. Which I fixed my iTunes, by the way, and it's fucking fantastic. In between all of that though, I have been thinking.

Thinking about my blog. Oh, my poor, lonely little blog. I have abandoned it. I'm a terrible blogger. I used to be so good about writing at least five times a week, and now I'm lucky if I blog once a month. What is that? That's not cool. Or good. Or normal....or normal for me anyway. If I were into making new year's resolutions, one would definitely be to update My Mumbling Thoughts more often. But it shouldn't have to be a resolution. I should just do it, no matter what I'm thinking about.

Generally when I find a semi-comfortable place to sit so I can type up these gurglings I have, I like to think that something good will come out of it. I don't want to just write about what I had for breakfast or how long I had to wait for the bus on the way to work. That shit doesn't interest me. It may interest others, and hey, that's all well and good for them, but for me, I'd probably fall asleep while I was typing that up. I want there to be some kind of a little story, a beginning, an end, a nice tiny bow to wrap it all up in.

What I have learned is that that's never going to be the case. Not always anyway. I put way too much pressure on myself to write this fantastic, amazing piece that nobody has yet to discover. I should just write whatever I want, whenever I want, and who fucking cares what anyone else thinks, right? This is my fucking blog goddammit! I pay taxes!

Um, yeah....taxes....

So I'm just going to go back to doing that. Or at least try a little bit more and not get distracted by stupid parties, or stupid....laying around time.

Also, Mel introduced to me this internet TV show called, Quarterlife. Don't know what it is? Definitely check out the link. It's like TV, but on the internet, and each little part is only about ten minutes long. It's really good and I dig it. The creators of My So Called Life made it, and if you love that show as much as I do, then you'll more than likely love Quarterlife.

Anyway, it's about this girl who has a video blog. I know...the times they are a chagin', eh? And she blogs about her life. And she's all in her quarterlife crisis period (thank you, John Mayer, for giving us that), dealing with quarterlife crisis things, trying to sort through her thoughts, figure out what she's doing with her life, and learning about herself in the process blah, blah, blah. Some of it kind of gets to be a bit too much for me sometimes, and I'll want to scream at my laptop screen, "Christ, get over yourself already!" but for the most part it's really good, and obviously I relate to it quite a bit....not that I'm in my quarterlife crisis or anything. I just relate, because I'm a relatable person, remember?

Hopefully I'll get to a more regular routine here on My Mumbling Thoughts. I know I've said it before....I suppose we shall see. But I haven't given up. I'm going to quit loafing and put my fingers to better use here at the keyboard, rather than in the peanut butter jar, which is also not a terrible thing.