I considered this post for a while because I didn't want it to be a lame 'look at my christmas pictures' thing, and as you well know, I don't enjoy showing reams of irrelevant photos to people who just don't care.
However, my dearest bud is away in the USA so will be missing out on all the joyous retelling of my wild Christmas and New Year. So what follows is a small selection of photos, telling a brief story of the holidays and then it's on to 2012, a new year, non-festive, normal times.
SO LET'S GO!!
ONE.
Christmas. Went to my dad's with my brother, our sort-of-step-sisters were there too who are great and really funny. Big walk on the beach on Boxing Day. It was a good time. New Year. At home with friends. It was a good time.
TWO.
Ok, so on to new things. I set myself a new year's resolution this year, which I wouldn't normally do coz you just feel like a huge failure when you ultimately fail. But I decided that I will read 50 books this year and a handy bi-product of this means I will spend less time watching the internet for hours on end. So I just finished reading the first very great book of 2012, How To Be A Woman by Caitlin Moran. It was very good. She swears too much though, and seems to think that feminism means sleeping around a lot. Which I suppose it does because if men and women were equal, there would be less social stigma about a slutty girl, but I'm not really on board with that. It was such an enjoyable read though, and so so interesting. It made me think properly about how I feel about feminism and what it ultimately means to be a feminist.
I decided it means just wanting everyone to treat everyone else the same. Sexist is as bad as racist, and some of the examples she uses to demonstrate said-sexism just make your jaw drop. There's a brilliant passage about pornography, and near the end, a good Lady Gaga bit haha.
GO AND BUY IT AND READ IT. Or you can borrow mine. But I don't really like lending books, coz they always come back with little bends and marks and it's like 'did you drop this in the bath? I think you did'. My next book is called Strictly English and is about English. I'm excited.
THREE.
As you well know, due to my excessive boasting, I was finally awarded a job just before Christmas. After months of painstakingly filling out application forms, followed by weeks of slapdashedly filling out application forms as my mindset neared "wahhhhhh at least I'm applying for jobs though yeah? It doesn't matter if I'm applying to be a bank manager, I could probably do that", someone finally put me out of my misery and hired me as a Teaching Assistant.
I started this week. The first day, Wednesday, was mental. I was convinced I had made the worst decision of my life. A boy got angry and went outside to throw a cone around. No one talked to me in the staff room because, to quote, "oh so you're not on work experience? You actually work here? Wow, you don't look 22". Thursday was slightly better. Friday was much better. I have high hopes for Monday. They call me Miss Hasler and ask if they're allowed to have a drink of water, or go for a wee. I have immense power.
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| I am a very serious grown up, with a very grown up job |
FOUR.
I ordered an iPhone with Christmas moneydings and I'm very excited for its arrival. Although I feel like I should be getting some kind of huge apology-present from Vodafone coz they lied to my ear and told me on the phone that they'd put the order in but it never arrived so I rang them and they said they had lied and soz, but I wasn't on the list for a phone. But I am now. Its arrival is in the offing. EEEEEEEEP EEEEEEEP EEEEEEEP!!!
FIVE.
And last, but by no means least (one of my least favourite phrases of all time), Number Five. This has been a very self-indulgent post. I mean....actually, all my posts are self-indulgent; is there anything more self-indulgent than a blog about your own life that you believe others are interested in?? But I digress. I'm now taking the self-indulgence of this post to the next level by introducing my next level of indulgence.
I signed up to Twitter. PAHAHA. As if I need a new platform for expressing myself. Follow me @onechloelouise. Stoopid world took all the good names. Twitter suggested I could use "chloe_hasler_1" and I was like, 'please....I will not lower myself to such humiliating characters'.
Anyway, so follow me there if you fancy it. Apologies for the lack of photos on this post.
HAPPY WEEK!
Be good
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