READY, SET, RESOLVE!

"So this is the New Year, and I don't feel any different."

Ben Gibbard, you spoke what we were all thinking back in those days when we were heartbroken teens lost in the world of puberty and Myspace, and back when you still had one thread of lingering indie cred you were holding onto for dear life.

I still have a place in my heart for that song though, Ben. Despite the fact that nowadays you kind of make me want to claw my own eyeballs out. Well... you know. These things do happen I suppose.

Anyway. I am struggling to come up with a New Year's Resolution for this year. Actually, no, that's a lie, I always struggle to come up with a New Year's Resolution.
Right now I am sitting looking at pictures of overpriced designer clothing and fashion blogs, listening to Roy Orbison and trying to come up with something. So far the best one's I've managed to come up with are:

- Be more optimistic. This one always pops up, but then I think, "If I were more optimistic, would I still be the spiteful, bitter, disgruntled, caffeine-dependent Anna Hyde we all know and love?" Okay, the "love" part was just for the benefit of my self-confidence, I know, but whatever, humour me. The point is, I prefer to face the big wide world with an abundance of head-shaking, glaring and general bitter comments about how little I like everything and everyone. AND I REFUSE TO CHANGE FOR YOU, WORLD, JUST BECAUSE IT'S A NEW DECADE OR WHATEVER.
- Drink less. Okay, this one makes me sound like I'm an alcoholic, which is probably not fair because I categorically deny that I am a boozer, wino, alco, sloshface, legless lizard, drunk skunk or otherwise. However, I do admit that this year my alcohol intake has been somewhat higher than usual. I think because it's been a weird, stressful year. Also a really good one, for the record. But potentially I should attempt to not drink so much at public functions that I vomit on my hands? Maybe. (You laugh, but this has happened more than once now. The hand-vomiting, that is).
- Stop spending so much money on useless crap. Potentially achievable yes. Not, however, likely.

None of these seem to work for me, so therefore I have edited my list of resolutions somewhat to the following list.

- Write more love letters, to everyone, ever.
- Talk to more strangers.
- Listen to more music, any music, all music.
- Dance more often.
- Blow more bubbles.
- And take more photos.

And I think I'm set.

Except I haven't decided on an outfit for New Year's yet. Yes, I know it's four days until New Year's. Stop looking at me like that.

So what are your resolutions?
I'll leave you today with the wise words of Jay-Z:

"H to the Izz=O, V to the Izz-A. Not guilty, he who does not feel me, is not real to me therefore does not exist. So poof! Vamoose, son of a bitch."

Them's fightin' words.
xx