This New Year’s Eve was probably the best day ever (apart from every birthday I’ve had, Christmas up until I was about 8 and that day the swan landed in the field at KMCS – Haha. That was a great day) but after it has been riddled with nothing but mess. It’d been on my mind for four whole days after it happened, with problems spilling over from that night, with fallouts, backstabs, confessions, memories and even suicidal tendencies. Don’t worry, not all of them were directly from me, I was just left feeling the force of them.

It’d been building up inside for those four days until last night I simply exploded over Simon and John, with a gush of anguish and some confessions of mine and other’s thoughts. I thank them dearly for clearing up the mess, but now there’s more important things to worry about.

In light of John and me’s (I hope, joking) New Year’s resolution set by Christy New Year’s Day, I’ve decided I should better myself. You know, a reimage, so I can look some what normal for New Year’s Eve 2009. I asked people who know me the worst things about me, so I could set out to improve them, in hope of getting together a Miley Cyrus-like list of seven things to improve. Annoyingly, all my friends are too kind to point out things in much detail, so I’ll make up some of them myself.

My posture

Okay, so the first thing pointed out virtually straight away was my posture. Now there’s a surprise. I had it pointed out  to me by my mum, of all people, a good few years ago while in town. I’ve always been tall and she commented on my slouching.

I always put it down to trying to get to other people’s levels. But now, there’s no need. I’m pretty much up there, if not smaller, than many of the people I know.

Simon said that he’d been told his posture was terrible and, after a year of correcting it as he noticed he was slouching, he’d fixed it without trying. Okay, so I did that when my mum told me about it, but it never actually went good. It went better, but not by a lot.

So the first thing I did when I got out of bed today was to make sure my spine was in its natural S shape and everything was aligned properly. Needless to say, by the time I got downstairs, I was pretty much back to how I normally am, so I switched it back up again. Sitting here writing this is a bit of a bugger, too. I’ve straightened out my posture a good fifteen times writing up to this point. It’s so hard to knock a habit of a lifetime out in one day, but hey, I’m more than willing to try. (Okay, that’s number sixteen.)

Lack of henchness

From hunch to hench, that leads me on quite nicely to my second point – Muscles. MANLY TOPIC. GRR.

I make no bones about it. I hate the gym. I’ve never really seen the attraction of paying good money to get exercise pointlessly pulling weights or running on a moving platform. It seems like a place for fools to me. Why not do something practical? I had to go as part of my summer checklist, which I completed bar one thing, but shh.

On the flip-side, if the gym was a woman, Simon would have fathered countless super-hench children by now. In Sprec (for people who obviously aren’t cool enough to refer to their school lessons as abbreviations, Sprec is Sport and Recreation – Like PE lessons, just more fun) right now, we’re in the weights room. Of course, Simon’s in his element and is all keen, where I’m not, funnily enough. Neither is the rest of our sprec group, who all suddenly have illnesses which means they have to go and do something else.

There’s no way around it. I need to be more hench. Both Siobhan and Neil beat me in an arm wrestle (Okay, so Siobhan is a beast and could probably win against anyone, but Neil?!) and although Becky got me a book outlining how to win an arm wrestle, I’m pretty sure I’d still lose.

So if I don’t go to the school gym, I’ll probably go to that one up at Lings Forum. Meh. I’m a Leisure Card holder still, for some reason or another.

Poor excuse of a style

Right now I’m wearing this pale dark green top I got for Christmas from my sister a couple of years ago, along with my second best pair of blue jeans (as in, one of only two pairs which haven’t seen better days. The other pair went in a hot tub though, so yeah…) None of my decent t-shirts are clean/dry, Bate’s girlfriend Hayley even pointed out that my socks were boring. Okay, it’s because it’s a stay-at-home weekend this one, but still, I need style.

The last item of clothing I got was a hoodie from Peacocks. Peacocks is hardly a top brand store, is it. I have various items of clothing varying in age that I wear, and in all honestly, rarely suit me. I can’t dress to impress in that sort of getup.

So really I need a way to get money, so I can dress in something that suits me and doesn’t make me look like a tramp. Then I’ll ask people to go on a shopping spree, although the shopping spree planned for Timi never actually happened, so I’m not holding out much hope.

On that note, go visit socialelement.co.uk and click on some ads, yeah? A bazillion more clicks and I might be able to get money from that thing…

My nerd lifestyle

…actually, don’t go visit there. According to some people, I’m too much of a nerd for my own good. That’s not fair. I have nerdy tendencies, true – you’re looking at one now – but I’m not a fully grown nerd, am I? I mean, what’s so bad about it anyway? Neil B is an out-and-proud nerd, and he has a girlfriend… oh wait. Okay. I see your point.

I have a few nerdy past-times. If I’m at home, my laptop’s usually on. If I take my laptop anywhere, I’m usually on it, because that’s the reason I got it. But still, I’m not on it constantly, and it’s only on because I have so many awesome international friends who just MSN me every so often. They won’t if I’m offline, will they.

I have a blog, too. That’s quite nerdy. In fact I have two – This one and Social Element. If I’m honest, Social Element is quite nerdy, even for me, but it’s a back up money maker seeing as getting a job is just out of the question right now. Or seems to be. I try to write stuff in the least nerdy way possible, by writing in my own, sarcastic tone but most importantly, grammatically correct most of the time. Aren’t I cool…

I don’t want to give up all my techno-y gadgets and gismos, nor the friends I’ve made by being somewhat nerdy, I love you all. I just need them to turn cool. I would use the term ‘Geek Chic’, but that’s still quite nerdy. I mean, I wouldn’t wear a Star Wars Lightsaber necklace or something. No, that’s for fucktards.

I mean, I want to be a fun geek. One that wears cool clothes, is hench and has a great posture. One that’s social and has fun at every point, but yet still writes his blog. I love my blog. I hope you love it too.

My hairstyle

This technically comes under style, but hey, it bugs me so much, it’s another of the things I hate about myself.

If you go on my Facebook page, and see the tagged pictures of me, you can pretty much see all of my life thanks to my lovely sister. You can also probably guess the point where I realised the fact that I have probably the most massive heads in the history of time. (About here, I’d say.)

I use to have just a number two all over, but then, when I realised that this doesn’t do my forehead any favours at all, I made my hair long and flattened it down. Obviously, I didn’t bother to care for it, so it poofed out a bit, and still does on occasion. It depends what hairdressers I go to, and who cuts my hair in there. Some people’s interpretation of "Just tidy it up. Make it less poofy" is to actually do an awesome job of it, or to do nothing at all. It’s usually either one of those extremes.

On my windowsill (well, they were up until a couple of days ago) was just a mass of hair products to make it seem somewhat awesome. None really worked. I found the amazing possibilities of Matt Clay the other day, and that was good for the first time I used it, but now it just makes my hair greasy. Lame.

I need a hairstyle which is a bit more exciting than my current wetted-down fluff that’s there now, but not too exciting that I’m scared to put on a helmet or something.

Social ineptness

This one’s a sort of hard one to define. I’m a weird person. When you don’t know me personally, I’m a shy person. I won’t really talk to you if I don’t know you – at least, not under my own steam. I’m not one to answer questions in class, I’m not one to go chatting up girls in bars and I’m not one to go shouting about how great I am.

Well, until you get to know me. I’m pretty sure that anyone you know who’s known me for a fairly long time knows I’m a fairly sarcastic person. I’m loud, and opinionated. I try to be funny. It’s my goal to make my friends feel better about themselves, I suppose, so I try to be a good guy.

If you’ve met me online, however, I’m usually quite friendly and open to you. I don’t shy away from social situations, I think I’m just nervous about the whole face-to-face sort of meeting someone. If I’ve met someone online, then see them in real life, I act like I’ve known you for a long time. It’s like a social springboard.

In recent years, I’ve slowly become a little more outspoken in public, I suppose. I’m not all that much now, but much more than I was. In recent months, too, I’ve opened out to try and bring my friend side to the public. Sorry, friends, you won’t have an exclusive Matt to "enjoy". Maybe I’ll give you a enhanced version of me. Maybe I buy you all presents on occasion. I don’t know.

Not a risk-taker

In a way, I’m a safe risk taker. I mean, I love roller coasters, love paintballing, and absolutely love Russian Roulette (okay, so I lied about the last one, but I couldn’t think of any more semi-risky things). But when it comes to risks that might not be fun, such as going to an interview, I fail.

It’s probably something to do with that social situation stuff my last point was about, but I don’t like doing things I don’t know will come out fine. I’m not a fan of heights, but went ziplining through the jungles of Mexico because I knew it was really quite impossible to die doing it.

Same goes for non-death-defying situations. I wouldn’t just go and give a presentation in class, or something. I’d have to practice it word for word thousands of times. Even then I’m still bricking it. There’s no such thing as being over prepared.

I’d like to invest money into a big project that could pay off in the future, or something, but I daren’t because I don’t know what’ll happen. I want a more "Bugger it. I’ll give it a go" without wondering about what might happen beforehand.

So yeah. There’s the 7 things I’m going to try and make happen over 2009. Come December 31st, assuming we’re all still as we are right now, you can judge for yourself whether I’ve done those things or not. Heck, why not try it yourself?

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