2013 is nearly over, kids. NY parties are being planned all over the world (not just in New York... geddit? Never mind) and I am once again wondering what to wear to greet January the 1st.
Social media sites are being bombarded with 'New Year, New Me' messages and great long statuses about how amazing/crap/boring/exciting/life changing/miserable 2013 has been and so here is my contribution to the masses.
I wouldn't say that I am a different person from the person that I was this time last year. I don't even really look particularly different other than my hair colour and length. I'm still the disorganised, forgetful, scatty person who loves absolutely anything that is covered in glitter and can be labelled 'camp'. But then again, I don't think I really wanted to be a different person.
I live in a different place and I am no longer at Axe Valley (Praise. The. Lord.) but other than that, I don't think I have really changed.
I'm an Aunty now? Does that count? I'm jobless. That's new. I have become well acquainted with my overdraft. That's not fun. And I've met more people than I ever thought that I would. I guess when I thought of this time this year this time last year (decipher that), I didn'tr
think that I would be here. I knew that I'd be at uni and that I'd have a load of work to do and I'd be living in Bournemouth with people I didn't know at the time but... I don't know. I don't think I ever thought that it would ever actually happen?? After applying to uni the first time, not going and then returning to TAVCC, I guess that I felt in a bit of an endless cycle. It felt that the whole process was going to end in nothing again and to be honest, it was horrible. But it turned out that it wasn't a cycle and here I am now.
Hip hip horray!
I did have some really good times in '13 though. You want a list of my favourites?? Fine. Pushy...
Emily Hayward
Okay, so not a moment as such, but a person that I got closer and closer with throughout the year and really do love. Girl be cray and I've said so many times in the past that she really isn't 'my type of person'. She's loud and opinionated and pushy and stubborn and....okay I think it may actually be that we're too alike. But it works this time, okay? She took my hand and dragged me through the last months of sixth form, provided endless teas, coffees and fry ups and she's a home away from home. Prom was made enjoyable because of her and I miss her a lot a lot a lot when I'm at uni.
(I'm also stealing her cat. We have a contract)
Splashdown
The week before I went to uni, myself and the 'gals' all went to Splashdown in Poole. I have been bugging them to go to Splashdown for bloody years and they had always fobbed me off with 'yeah we will'. We even set a date and made plans once and Evie cancelled the day before. I'll never forgive her for it. But anyhoo, we got there in the end and it was a really good day. Subways followed by mahoosive sundaes at TGI's aferwards. Hellooo? Yum.
It was a really nice send off to Evie and I. Thanks, girls.
Carboot Sales
I hadn't been to a carboot sale in bloody yonkes because I had a job that meant I had to work every sunday at 12 and I just couldn't get there and back and still be on time. However, this year I went to one nearly every single week during the summer. I'd stay at Monica and Sophies flat after a night out and then Monicas amazing 'rents would bring us to the carboot sale the next morning. Score! I was only late for work once when I came home and then fell asleep whilst getting ready and so... yeah. Bosses weren't too happy but I got there in the end?
Anyway. I picked up some amazing stuffs and my book collection grew ten fold. When is that not good?! Hint: Never.
Thanks to Mary and Andrew for putting up with hungover Megan every week and for buying me coffee/tea/food every week. Stars!
Oh and cheers for the wake up calls, Mon!
James
My little baby boy. My nephew. I've always wanted to be an aunty and from August, I a finally am. James is just beautiful and I love him so much. I can't wait to watch him grow up and say 'I love my Aunty Megan more than I love my Aunty Becky'. Because he will. Fact.
This could go on for a while and is in danger of becoming sickly so I'll cut this one short.
I love you, James Willam.
Uni
This doesn't even really need an explanation. It's incredible to be away from everything that you know and to be dumped in a flat with 6 people you don't know. I love it. I've made some amazing friends and some even more amazing memories. Knowing that this is just the start of another 4 years and (hopefully) a career is ridiculously daunting but change is what life is all about, I guess.
I can't wait to see what else it brings me.
And 2014 is already look pretty exciting. I have tickets to see the amazing DWV on the 22nd in London. They're a band made up of three drag queens, two of which were on Rupauls Drag Race, a kind of 'Americas next top drag queen' type show which is camper than anything you have ever seen before. The bottom two have to lip synch for their lives each week, for gods sake. It really is too much for me to handle. But I can't wait to see them!!
I also have tickets to see another drag show in Bournemouth. The Supreme Fabulettes.
Whatever. I love Queens, okay?
So I don't know what else 2014 is going to bring me, but whatever it is, I'm sure it will be fabulous.
I hope you all have a fantastic new year and 2014 brings you absolutely everything that you want it to.
And if not, just whack on that good ol' song, "Don't worry, Be happy" and have a cup of tea. It fixes everything. Really. Try it.
M x
