The New Year.

Somebody asked me yesterday if I was excited for the New Year, and I replied honestly with a "Not really." And a careless shrug. I kid you not I received the strangest look. I think it was a mixture between shock and I don't know, confusion? It wasn't just shock at the fact that I wasn't excited, it was shock at the fact that I had admitted it. Am I supposed to lie and pretend that I care what the date is? It's hardly brutal honesty is it?
"Why not?" She asked with a gasp.
"I don't know, it's only a New Year." I replied, becoming a little nervous with the reaction. I'm not going to get all hyped up about a new day, what's the difference in the long run? If I wanted to make a change desperately, why wait for the 1st January to make it? I admit, perhaps I should be excited for this year. It's a big one. I turn eighteen, I finish college and then I'm off travelling. It will probably be the best year of my life; I am well aware it will be amazing; I know it will, but I have other things on my mind until then. And no, I'm not being ungrateful because I am grateful for the opportunity and the only one I feel I would offend is myself for caring less than I ought... Not only that I don't even have all my tickets yet, once I do, it will probably be more exciting but until then I'm saving furiously and it's very tiring. I don't feel any different.
For me, the new year is like when people ask you if you feel any different after you have a birthday. No. I'm exactly the same as I was yesterday, I just have another day of experience under my belt. I didn't age a year dramatically over night. I haven't grown another foot, nor have a suddenly turned grey, I am exactly the same, I'm simply a different number than I was.
It's the same for the New Year.
But I suppose that if you're going to make goals for yourself it may as well be on an important date so, as everyone else always does I made my resolutions. Making this blog was one. I wanted to really get back into blogging again, I haven't done it for a while, and I can't keep claiming to be a blogger on Twitter if I never blog... See my point? I also wanted to make sure I was in the habit of blogging at least once a fortnight (being that I'm a busy little bee writing and with college and my wild social life) in time for my trip to New Zealand and America in September. (Exciting! Even if it doesn't quite feel it yet.) So, this is what you get, me rambling uncontrollably because I can only do it through type and not speech. (We'll get to that in a different post I'm quite certain.)
The second was/is trying to cut back on the swearing. Although, I don't think it has caught on as of yet... I think my first word of 2013 (Oh, that felt really weird typing that) was taboo. Oops...
Honestly I don't really know how it's going to work but we must try... Should possibly make a swear jar but then, I never have any change, maybe I should make coupons.
Sorry, sorry, changing the subject.
So, this is me blogging. Hopefully my posts will get more interesting than this one, I just wasn't quite sure where to begin so this is what you get. Hello.
I don't know though how this year will go. It's going to be a long one I can feel it. Either that or it will go really bloody quick. What is strange though is that is time next year, I won't be in the country. Always a little odd when you go to the dentist and have to tell them you won't be here for your next appointment and they look at you like you're about to kill yourself. Is it just me or is it just people at the dentist that seem so easily shocked? Maybe it's just me and my lack of excitability and my mysterious persona... Haha. (Sarcasm by the way.)
I think though, that is enough for tonight.
Adieu.