Best bits (in no particular order): Midnight Youth! Getting to be a big fan, seeing them everywhere and somehow never getting tired of it, getting recognised by them in the front row of their concerts, chatting with them after nearly every show.
Recently discovering Stephen Colbert.
Learning those five guitar chords for the
Guitar World Record attempt in May. And then keeping playing.
Seeing Elemeno P and Supergroove at the Kings Arms on Jan 4. Then, afterwards, chatting with Dave, him telling me that I'd paid for enough Elemeno P tickets and he didn't want me paying for any more, I could get in for free. Freakin' SCORE.
Becoming friends with Paul and Samuel. All the late-night McDonald's trips, rambling conversations, video games, plans that didn't quite work out as expected.
AAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL the FREE STUFF I got. Concert tickets, movie tickets, CDs, a UKULELE (which I still have not received), at least one tshirt, and
that one Pinky bar.
Getting MOST of my assignments IN ON TIME. Even when I had to stay up ALL night to do it.
Becoming a maintainer of
e_l_e_m_e_n_o_p. Makes me proud. It's small but it's MINE and I LOVE IT.
My Cunning Plan for
nz_bonjovi_gal's birthday present working perfectly!
Worst bits: That one piano lesson when Mark walked out because he'd finally had enough of my not practising.
Hearing that Justyn was leaving Elemeno P.
Probably a few of the more worse days at wurk.
Most significant, or just bits I'll remember:Deciding not to continue with jazz. I'm done.
Watching Obama's swearing-in.
Recently deciding to quit my job.
When Paul's
best friend computer died, and I went over and we spent the night playing PS2, watching that old sci-fi B-movie that was randomly hidden on the game disc, and just talking. I didn't leave until it was getting light again.
That one late-night McDonald's run when I sang along with the radio. First time I'd sung properly in front of anyone, and seriously blew Paul and Samuel away. It was great. I'd always quietly thought I was pretty good, but it was fantastic to hear it from someone else.
My first
protest march.