45 days

I’ve never been good at predictions that don’t involve penalty saves or Luton losing and a month and a half ago I made another poor one. I predicted a shit 2008, seemed a safe bet at the time given that I’m used to things generally being poo, but the last 45 days have gone swimmingly. Granted I operate to a pretty low standard of what constitutes a good day, week, month, year etc but improvement is improvement.

I started the year doing something I always vowed I would avoid like the plague: making a new year’s resolution. For me this is quite a big thing, I have never seen the point of limiting improvement to one falsely significant time of year, especially given that it is a practice knowingly perpetuated by a variety of industries to sell their products. However, this year it came at a convenient time of change and decision and seems to be paying dividends. So…what was it? Well I feel a goon expressing it but here goes – ‘to invest as much effort as is convenient in teaching‘

In all honesty I have perhaps overstepped the mark in my efforts: instead of simply investing what time I had I created more by dropping Computing but what harm came of that? Its not like I’m about to miss out on uni seeing as I’m not going and it has been time thoroughly well spent and the subject was becoming dull at very best. The fact of it is I am loving what I am doing and am looking to take on more – yes…it’s Explore time again…

Last time I was a shite candidate, don’t ask me how I made it to an interview as I don’t have a clue. I set myself up for a fall but it was one I am delighted I suffered as it was the catalyst for me to get off my arse and see what I could do. Now I am back a much stronger candidate and, seeing as things aren’t going like shit like they were last time, should be able to deal with rejection if necessary.

That touches on something interesting and quite well documented, me being a depressive cunt. Well, dare I assert that the primary ingredient in all that has been neutralised? In a word, yes. I get rid of Richard and things turn for the better almost instantly – what more evidence do I need?

And on that I must rush to Batchwood, tuttybye