Decades...

The other day I looked out of the window and it was snowing. Lots. And at some point during the day I said "The last time I saw snow like this was a decade ago". I've never felt so old.

And now we start a new decade. Normally, I like New Years. We stay up, sometimes have friends over, watch the fireworks, go out onto the close (or cul-de-sac if you're weird) and I watch whilst everyone else gets drunk on champagne and we all try and sing Auld Lands Syn or whatever it's called and I just goldfish and promise myself I'll learn the words for next year. It's fun, I enjoy it.

This year I went to bed so I would be able to wake up early enough to do some revision. I haven't wrote the annual new year's diary entry (the only diary entry I write nowadays) and I fell asleep to the sound of neighbours setting off fireworks. I didn't sleep, not really. 2 hours proper sleep interspersed with 6 hours of on-edge-semi-slumber isn't sleep. I haven't slept since. This does not bode well, especially considering I have an exam in 5 days, I go back to uni in 3 (assuming the new layer of snow goes) and I still haven't managed to go over every topic once. Sigh. Hopefully this isn't going to be the template for the rest of the year.

2009 started off bad. Cambridge rejection. Exams. General all round stress. I realised that as much as I loved the 7 years I spent at my high school I was majorly stressed all the time. Since going to uni I've felt so much lighter, if you know what I mean. Until, of course, this "holiday" if you can call it that. During what type of holiday do you get up at 7:30 to revise and miss playing in the 6-8 inches of snow that fell today (mum got the car onto the close and then had to be pushed back up the drive by the neighbours - it hasn't stopped snowing all day and she has to go into work tomorrow cause of a deadline :( ) so you can revise. Revise. Revise. Revise. Man, I feel sick.

But no. This year will be better. This decade will be better. I've been given an opportunity to change, to make new friends (who have been keeping in touch over the holiday - good sign??) and to have a fresh start. And, as my brother keeps saying, "you chose the profession, stop moaning about all the work".

Look out, world. Here I come :D