First Post of 2011!!!!!

Happy New Year peeps!! At the moment I'm not entirely sure what this post is going to be about, but it will probably mutate into the normal babble.

Hmm, well I was thinking about last year, when my cousins turned the TV on and there was a group of people talking about New Year Resolutions during the last few minutes of 2009. I remember it really annoying me!!!! I mean, what sense is there in claiming that you 'have determined to lose weight' and 'never eat another chocolate' when you know that someone only has to shove a box of Quality Streets under your nose and you will scoff the lot??? Pointless.
But why am I being so cynical? Probably because it is raining outside, the sky is grey, the heating has turned off, and I haven't eaten lunch yet. To combat the general cynicism I will add that I have nothing against people who make resolutions and keep them..... (Mum's just turned the heating back on!!)

Saw a funny thing the other day. We were driving up to see grandparents, and passed a large Harvey's Furniture Warehouse. The sign on the side of the building read, 'Harveys, the Proud Sponsor of Coronation Street'. I couldn't hold in the mirth. Will you please tell me WHO would be proud of sponsoring Coronation Street??? Well, obviously, Harvey's Furniture is. But I can't think of a single reason why......

But anyway, back to the New Year theme. (ooooh, this post has a theme!!) Fireworks. We watched the ones at the London Eye. I have never before revealed this, but I am slightly nervous of large firework displays. I am always terrified that something will go wrong and the whole of the London Eye will explode into flames. Last year, there were little fireboats on the Thames, with people manning them, and when I saw the fire leaping from the decks I had hysterics. I always crane my neck to check that no one is inside the Big Wheel capsules. I mean, what if someone the previous day or whenever had accidentally got trapped inside and they couldn't get out and then the fireworks started to explode all around and the capsule cracked, already weakened by the prisoner's frantic bashing on the glass? It doesn't bear thinking about. I mean, what if the person trapped was ME????
This is the sort of thing I get nightmares about.

Mum says I have a vivid imagination. Actually, I think my imagination doesn't even belong to me. It has a mad mind of its own. Sometimes I just have to violently shake it and read a book to stop myself imagining things. It took me YEARS to stop getting scared of the dark. In fact, I'm still not over it. If it's the middle of the night and I want to use the bathroom, I turn on my bedroom light, then stick my head through the door, check the landing, sprint to the bathroom, turn on the light and lock the door. This is at age 15. What am I going to be like when I'm 25??? But you see, who knows what could be hiding in the pitch black shadows on the stairs? If that's a question, the answer is, I actually don't know. In fact, WHY am I afraid of the dark???? I still don't know. But that's all very well to talk about in plain daylight.

Sorry, got carried away. New Year!! Well, I'm not going to talk about highlights and ups and downs of 2010, because it would probably bore you to death...but I do look forward to whatever this year brings. (Did that bore you to death? :) )

Bible Verse for 2011: Trust in the Lord with all Thine heart; and lean not on thine own understanding Proverbs 3 v 5. I guess I need that one because I have a tendency to do the latter!


I'm going to stop. This has to be the longest post I've ever babbled. :D
See ya!!
Bex
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