Future Me

Last year on my birthday I wrote myself a letter using Future Me and promptly forgot all about it. The e-mail hit my inbox today. I don't remember writing it, but the letter was very poignant and made me a little bit sad. I had written about all the things I should be doing by now. The sad thing about it is that the majority of the things I told myself I'd do, I haven't done. Now I feel like a giant failure and I'm pretty pissed with myself. Thanks past me...thank you very much. I suppose there is a lesson to be learned. I need to make sure I'm achieving my goals, so actually the letter is a very good kick in the pants. Maybe I should write myself another one. I might write two. One for this time next year and one for mid way during the year, since apparently I'm unable to do anything without motivation.

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Today is my birthday, well for a few more hours at least. Its been a good one, I saw Southland Tales at the cinema, that's a bizarre film. It's the type of film where halfway through you think you understand it and then something happens which throws all your theories out the window and you are back to having no clue what the hell is going on. I was mostly watching it for The Rock, so I spent the entire movie distracted by his muscles.

I also got an iPhone, which I had been excited about for ages. I really wanted one. Although I'm not sure if I actually wanted one or if all the adverts and gadgetry had mesmerised me into thinking that I did. Anyway I was happy. Of course I learn that in order to use the bloody thing I have to sign up to a brand new 18 month contract with O2, a contract which is far more expensive than my current one. I was not best pleased. I'm very economical with my mobile, and quite proud of the fact that my bills are always ridiculously low. So I've been given a choice, either I tie myself down to an evil corporate contract, or I miss out on the latest gadget. They lure you in with promises of surfing the web from your phone and having your ipod, a mini computer and your phone in one, with a pretty touch screen and multiple features and then they slap a contract in front of you which makes you seriously consider signing away your soul. It's all very Faustian, except shallow. It's a good thing I'm not in regular employment or I would probably have signed up. My poverty means that I have no choice but return the beautiful iPhone and buy myself something useful instead.

Cold Blooded

I have permanently cold hands and feet. I can't stand it. I have to keep the house really warm just to be comfortable. This really bugs my mother. Not to mention my housemates when I used to live with them. No matter what I do, it doesn't seem to help. I wear socks around the house (with my slippers) and they are still cold. I mentioned this to my sister the other day and she remarked quite matter of fact 'That's because you have lizard blood.' I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that really. I realise that this means I have pretty poor circulation. The best thing for it is regular exercise apparently. But before I can get there I'm going to have to find a cure for laziness, because I cannot bring myself to go to the gym. I worked at a gym for three years and still didn't exercise regularly.

I feel lucky because I can be lazy, dancing regularly for over a decade means that my body is still in reasonably good shape and I'm sure I can live off that for at least a couple more years before I really have to start looking at working out. Not having anything much to do during the day, also adds to my extreme laziness. However following some good advice, I've started getting up early and behaving as if I did have a place to go. Hopefully acting like I have a purpose may lead to me actually having one.

A Fashion Show, a Carrier Pigeon and a Sick Computer

My computer caught my cold. I've been without this vital piece of technology for a whole week. I almost went mad. Unlike me however my computer had to be sent away to get better. The nice man from Dell dropped by and cured it. I don't how I've survived these past few days. It was strangest thing how it happened. My computer had been working fine for ages, then the other day I turned it on and it made this popping sound and then smoke started coming out the back of the monitor. My hard drive was fine, but I was terrified. I thought I'd set it on fire.

Also I think my neighbour keeps carrier pigeons. A giant bird was sitting on my garden fence the other day and it had something tied around its leg. Sometimes there will be a whole group of them just sitting on garden shed, around the same time everyday. I'm pretty sure that's not legal, its a small house he lives in a residential area. The place always smells funky too. Now I'm having visions that he's some sort of international spy who can only send messages by pigeon because the electronic ones will be intercepted. I think I've been watching too many James Bond movies. I'm letting my imagination run away with me.

I went to the clothes show today. I love exhibitions. You cannot imagine how many freebies I manage to gather. Plus the bargains, I managed to get a £105 jacket for £20. I wore that jacket around the house for at least half an hour after I got home. I love it so much. The nicest thing about it, is I got it for cheap. There's something about bargains that make the clothes much nicer.

I Love This City

Being out in London this weekend has reminded just how much I actually love it. I think I take the city for granted because I’ve lived here my whole life. But, I don't know if it was the five vodkas or what but I really began to appreciate what a beautiful city London can be. I was sitting in a cab, driving through Marble Arch and I was actually taken aback by the architecture. I'm always complaining about the cold and how I wish I lived by a beach. I didn't realise just how much this place is actually perfect for me. I know where I can get a slice of pizza at three in the morning, I know how much a cab should charge me to get home, I know which areas of London to avoid, I know when I’m being ripped off and I know that I can have a great time just walking along the Embankment and little else. I don't think I could live anywhere else and call it home the way I do here.

Even with its bad points you can’t help but love it. It’s like an annoying boyfriend, who despite being a pig is the only person who gets your lame jokes, or the best friend who always steals your CD’s but knows the only way to cheer you up.

Oh isn’t it great to be a Londoner