What was I up to this time last year?
Well... complaining about the wedding of Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt, for one thing. Funnily enough, rumour now has it that the pair are going separate ways. Wow, didn't see that coming in a million years, huh?
As a general rule, my life last year seems pretty similar to what it is now. For one thing, on this day last year I wrote about how I was going to Christchurch the following weekend. Almost eerily, next weekend I am going to Christchurch. Well, this Thursday. But you know. Work with me here!
As well, last year I had a horrible flatmate. I still hatefully remember that guy and his apparent aversion to showers and general hygiene, his obnoxious tendencies to play computer games with the volume on high, while watching TV AND talking on the phone. Sure, this year's flatmates don't know how to wipe down the oven, or do dishes, or take out the trash, but at. Least. They. Aren't. My. Last. Year's. Flatmate.
As well, last year I had a horrible flatmate. I still hatefully remember that guy and his apparent aversion to showers and general hygiene, his obnoxious tendencies to play computer games with the volume on high, while watching TV AND talking on the phone. Sure, this year's flatmates don't know how to wipe down the oven, or do dishes, or take out the trash, but at. Least. They. Aren't. My. Last. Year's. Flatmate.
A year ago, a friend of mine in Canada promised to buy me a foundation brush from Sephora.com I still haven't gotten a sniff of. Thanks, Marco.
And it was about this time last year that I learnt that I would be represent Aotearoa at the ITU World Triathlon Championships... wow. This year, I won't be (mathematics calls), but I've learnt that the 2011 event is due to be staged in Beijing, China. So there.
So what do I expect to be doing, a year from now?
As a general rule, I try to avoid pondering the future. This may be the reason I currently have no idea what I want to do with my life (and to be fair, that's quite bad - I'm 24, and as such, about halfway through my expected lifespan). Still, next year I suppose it would be nice to be working in makeup but also be in shape enough to race in Beijing. Especially since I also intend to qualify for XTERRA Worlds next year.
Hopefully I won't still be blogging from the University of Otago's central library, and hopefully, Facebook will have self-detonated by then and I'll no longer be plagued by status updates, "likes", and the constant conundrum that is carefully choosing religious and political views to display on my profile page. Being a narcissist is hard work, guys.
*yawns and checks reflection in glare from laptop screen*
Over and out, pets.
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