This year sucked. There’s really no other way to say it. I’m sitting here going back through my posts from this year, and suffice to say the only major thing that’s happened is I went on a holiday for a week or so in Sydney and Parkes. Whoopie. I’m not saying it was a terribly bad year, but it definitely wasn’t a major improvement from the year before (I’ve lost what year I’m talking about now..) Either way, nothing completely notable has happened in the past 12 months that’s worthy, unless you count my 21st (all of which three people remembered, one person was from the Internet.) Reading back through this year’s posts brings back some memories though, I’ll go through the posts and see which ones jump out at me.

Incisive was the equivalent to this post, I think I started it a couple of days after Christmas and didn’t end up finishing it until a couple of days after New Years (if my memory serves me correctly.) I’m just not the whore-writer I used to be. I remember the nights I spent (avoiding homework) writing these posts until the wee hours of the morning, putting it on my site and the next day or so have people come up to me all gushy about my new post (can’t ignore those posts I wrote and password protected them now can we :-)) Now-a-days, I get all gushy when I write something because well, I wrote something. It seems this time last year was the time Nick was back up, although this year wasn’t as festive as last year was. I’ve seen him a few times over the past month, but not much. I think that just about applies to everyone that I hung around with back in the day. Actually, reading through this old post, last Christmas was a mirror image for this year aswell. Around this time last year I had started to take photos in Discovery (New Years was the first time), and I’m still there doing just that. Over the past 12 months I’ve changed my style of photos and the layout of my site, and I’m at the point where I’m pretty happy with both. My photos turn out awesomely, and my site (and the gallery) works like a charm.

It’s the middle of February and I’m still keeping up with the posts. Surprisingly enough it’s me bitching about Kmart. No doubt if you scroll down here I’ll still be bitching about Kmart. Let me just say, Fuck Kmart. It’s like a preemptive fucking. A courtesy fuck if you will. I’ll stop now. I digress. Around now was the first time in a while that I had actually daybreaked it. If I count that time and one I did recently, I’ve done it a total of two times this year. Two. Two years ago I was struggling to get any sleep over the span of three days let alone some sleep in the span of 24 hours. You’ve changed man! I think I’m finally getting older. Much like now, I’ve been yawning for the past hour or so (it’s currently 10:30pm) and if I don’t go out I’m generally in bed by 11pm. I’ve always said this, I don’t ever want to be old and wrinkly that I need some kind of walking aid thing, and I don’t ever want to have an extra chromosome. ( ) But I’m suddenly starting to feel very old. Bastard. Also a note in that post about the length of my hair. No one got me anything for Valentine’s day either.

Oh snap, I’ve returned to my usual self about now, nearly two months before I posted my next post. I don’t think anything remotely interesting happened then. Some rather attractive females arrived in Darwin and decided it would be a wise move to parade around in their underwear for a little bit while we oogled. It definitely was a high point of the month, I’m sure of it. People haven’t stopped oogled if you’re interested. People still view my gallery for the Miss Bikini World Finals and I assume people will still be viewing them for a while considering my Google Ranking on the damn search term. I think I managed to do pretty good getting the position I’m in now, fourth in terms of Google Ranking. Just for some photos no less. Just as an added note, I haven’t seen a decent trance set for over 7 months seeing as the last time anyone remotely related to trance was David Forbes and he was up here with Mallorca Lee in April. I have to get myself out of Darwin and move interstate, or at least to a place where they play trance music on a semi-regular basis. Even once a month would be fine.

It’s finally the middle of the year and I’ve actually done something that’s reasonably important. I’m in NSW! I want to go back to Sydney. I had so much fun there and I was only walking around the city for a day. I couldn’t imagine myself walking (with just a camera in tow, and not my Mum and Sister.) I’d be beside myself. Original what was slated to be a thing for my Aunt, it ended up turning out like a fun weekend. I’d like to point out one thing, the coldest weather I’ve ever been in is like 16°C, and that was at night, in the middle of the rain, while I was asleep. While in NSW it was apparently the coldest week ever where we were staying (a little country town an hours flight from Sydney.) The maximum it got there was like 16°C, in the sun, with no wind, under 5 layers of clothing. Good god it was cold. I actually kind of enjoyed it though, my Mum and Sister were having a hard time adjusting, but I ended up walking around in my shorts for most of the time (probably because I only own like a pair of jeans, and I wore them.. twice.) I saw a bunch of relatives I haven’t seen for a while, but I can only handle so much family before I get antsy and bored, which normally is pretty quickly. I think the V8’s were on around this time, it was a pretty good day, spent Saturday and Sunday in Daryl’s Dad’s corporate box with my new camera and lens which meant I was pretty wasted by the end of the day. Wasted and sunburnt, pretty much the best combination because you sleep so very well that night. I got some neat shots from that day too, which was nice. I think when I go back this year I’ll aim to get more shots of ladies this time. I’ve pretty much got the ‘watch-me-take-your-photo-and-go’ thing down pat, so I should be good. Or I could do the opposite and chat to them, who knows. All depends on how much alcohol I drink. So who’s still keeping tabs of my hair length?

I finally get to my last post. I was chatting to someone, and well, apparently my last post seemed to give off the ‘I wish to kill myself’ vibe. It wasn’t in that vain at all. You see, I have this thing where if my mind is left to wander, it tends to creep over to the side of my brain where it’s easier to self-loathe than it is to give myself compliments. If you’ve known me, I’ve always been one to see the glass as half-empty. It’s easier to assume things are going to go horrible wrong, because you are never disappointed when they do. I’d rather be pleased that it works perfect than disappointed that it went so horribly wrong. All of that pretty much brings me to where I am now. Sitting in my room (which I’ve all but decorated with computer parts) listening to some trance and I’m writing this. I have work (unfortunately) tomorrow before next year really kicks in. Before I go any further that reminded me. Apparently they want to fire me (again.) What for this time, god only knows. From what I hear it’s because I was impossible to work with some lady that come up from down south for two weeks. The same bitch that went around telling everyone that the we hated her. The same cunt that decided to tell everyone I was lazy. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Seriously. It’s a weird feeling being told by someone that they wanted you fired. I felt kind of crappy for the rest of the day. What makes it worse, is as far as I could see, no one was really standing up for me. So as far as any of the managers in there are concerned, they are all cockless cunts who don’t deserve my time. The same bitch wanted to fire Jono and Timmy aswell, which is a bit rank if you ask me. It’s funny though, the same thing happened to me a while back with Jason Neely. He wanted me fired, but no one really cared much to say what they are now (”I can’t believe they are doing this”, “this is unprofessional”.) It’s just weird when suddenly it’s not me that’s in the spotlight. Honestly, I really don’t care. Well, I do, but I just can’t be bothered anymore.

But I digress. It’s now the 31st of December. It’s officially the last day of 2008. If you’ve been keeping an eye on my hair-style over the year, this is the most recent photo I have of myself, and it’s not even mine (I stole it from Jodie ok, shoot me.) Someone give me an idea of what I can do next year, it’ll give me something to do at least. But I reiterate what I initially said in the beginning. This year sucked. Surely it can’t get any worse.. right?