New Year's resolution

Hey Team!

Wasn't gonna make my last years New Year's resolution, but technically this is my 12th blog post this year. I'm writing it on the fly with no real thought or preparation.

Literal Sam thinks she's hilarious!

I drew a picture about it. 

Anyway dear readers, have an excellent night tonight, and an excellent tomorrow.  I'll keep blogging on next year, so see you then!  HUGS!!

12 things for 12-12-12

So it’s the 12th day of the 12th month, in the year 2012. Today, at 12:10:30 my boss called me into his office. I bounced in and sat down and he said I’d only have to be there for a minute and 42 seconds. He wanted to spend the 12th hour, 12th minute and 12th second of 12/12/12 with me! I’m grinning like crazy because my boss really gets me!

It reminded me of how bringing in the New Year used to be a stressful experience for me when I was younger. I wanted to say the perfect word just after midnight. I didn’t want to say “Happy New Year” because that works only for 1 day; and also I’m constantly miserable. I wanted something poignant and meaningful, like some poetic famous last words or something ("et tu Brute?"). One year I couldn’t decide on my word and my brother was all “Happy New Year Sam!” and I solemnly nodded in recognition, and hugged him, but I managed to stay silent while trying to think of my word. About half an hour later I’d forgotten my mission and ended up colouring the ENTIRE YEAR with, “Well, I’m heading to bed now, ‘night!”. Curses!!!

Today, I thought I’d write the 12 things I’ve liked most about 2012.

1. This hair I was rocking

It's subsequently faded to classy orange

2. Discovering roller derby and learning to skate.

3. Losing 12kgs! (To be fair, I did put on 10kgs in the first place...)

4. Big Brother returning to air!

5. Hanging out with Rachel and Sarah more. Hanging out with Ashley and Dani more. Hanging out with my family more. Being generally more social able.

Shoulder action ladies!

6. Learning how to change a car tyre. Learning the hard way that some car tyres are directional and should not be fitted on the wrong side of the car – else the car will have no traction in the wet, turning corners, or going above 50kph.

7. Finding an astrology teacher and starting to learn astrology for propers! Finally getting through that Transiting Saturn opposition Natal Venus aspect. (I’m so glad I don’t have to go through that again for another 28-30 years!) 

8. Taking screenshots and ruining everything while playing Guild Wars 2.

Oracle boob

9. Going to the coast and seeing my extended family for Granddad’s 94th birthday.

10. Surprise mail from when Drunk-Sam had visited the bookdepository.co.uk. Drunk-Sam really should not be trusted with my credit card details!

11. Seeing Hair with Rachel. Seeing Pride and Prejudice with parents. Seeing War of the Worlds with my family. Going to the theatre and pretending I’m sophisticated and do things like go to the theatre.

12. My brother’s 26th birthday party.

The smiling lessons my brother and I took have really payed off!

Of course there were things I didn’t like about 2012. In a lot of ways it has been a very challenging and emotional year, but all in all I feel like I’m maturing and kind of getting there finally. (Wherever there may be.)

I feel like this photo sums up the year!

Same Sam

When I was 20 I went to Bega with my at-the-time boyfriend. He was a really interesting guy; he had the alter ego “goon man” who always cheered me up (by getting me drunk), he introduced me to hardcore punk music (and following that; post-hardcore punk music, which I love love love!) and he was a fellow blogger! In fact, he was so prolific in the livejournal community that I actually knew who he was before I met him – I almost felt like I was dating an internet celebrity, (be it a very small corner of the internet.) I seem to always fantasise that people are not who they actually are; on this occasion I was dating a celebrity!

So, when I was 20 we went to Bega. We were wandering around, window shopping, and he noted that he needed a haircut. I liked his hair, I like men with a bit of shagginess, but he with his “preferences” and “free will” didn’t, and decided it would be best to visit the local hairdresser. With hesitance I agreed to him going. After an anxious 10 minutes of waiting on my part, he came out of the salon, found me and asked what I thought.

I burst into tears.

The poor guy then spent an uncomfortable afternoon wandering around the Bega Cheese Factory with an inconsolable girlfriend. I think he was so scarred from that experience that he didn’t cut his hair again for another 2 years!

Yesterday my -now- boyfriend had a haircut.  Now, I know what you’re thinking, and no, I did not burst into tears.  (Thank you for your applause!) I did, however, find it difficult to recognise him.  When I saw him I felt like he was unfamiliar, like we were on a first date or something.

I was wondering why someone changing their hairstyle has such a strange effect on me?  I think maybe it’s because I use my own hair as a tool to reinvent myself when I am depressed, have made a fool of myself, or am simply just done being me.  (I’m usually quite dramatic about it too, “I’ll change; you'll see, I’ll be a different person and then you’ll love me!!!”)

These whole-personality transformations usually stay in effect for about 2 hours, then I’m back to being Sam again – Same Sam, different ‘do.
 

Who are these women???!

So maybe that explains that.

Funnily enough, it took me about 2 hours to get used to my boyfriend's new haircut.  It seems 2 hours is the the turn-around for me to accept a change and turn it into my new reality. For someone who is so resistant to change this is a remarkably speedy process.

But I'm okay with it...  At least I should be, in about 2 hours.