Preparation

As I write this, my bed is sagging under the weight of numerous winter clothes. Such is an ordeal one must go through when packing for London and Paris.
Many have suggested travel tips and what to wear. Apparently, the weather in Paris right now is so cold, one must wear gear that wouldn't look out of place in a ski resort. It seems to be a bit inconsistent with the clothing expectations of the fashion capital of the world.

It's hard to make note of various travel tips and take note of how many jumpers you've got (3), when you've got a massive batch of cookies to make for a party, as well as attend a production of The Rocky Horror Show.
But they are very good distractions, and in the photo below, I raise a glass for the people who haven't seen such a brilliant spectacle (Rocky Horror, not the baking).

(My bed. You can't see the Union Jack bedsheets because of the Mt Everest of clothes piled on top)

Everything Is Fine... (something along those lines)

More than a week ago, I left you all with the hope that 2014 would bring a tonne of good stuff to all. Not a lot is expected to happen in a week alone, so don't be surprised if the New Year hasn't done anything so far to change your relationship status/weight/income. The important changes and other good things take time to fall into place.

Sometimes, if you're really lucky, a lot can happen in a week and it's either really good or really bad. But today, I write to announce that the somewhat recurring-ly good things to come to me this year have got my hopes up for what the remainder of this year has to bring. 

• I’m off to London and Paris in less than 11 days!

• I’ll have finished school forever by the end of the year

• Nabbed a lead role in this years school musical (Cogsworth in Beauty and the Beast..... be very afraid!)

• Am now officially the Music Captain for my school

Aside from one other prospect that remains veiled (all will be revealed once it happens), I'm personally pretty excited for this year and occasionally baffled when others say they aren't. Sometimes they are spared my bemusement when their reasons for doing so are potentially traumatic, but other times I do have to leave the understanding card at home. 

They fear rejection or failure when they haven't started what they've planned. They fear boredom and humiliation with no idea of the potential events that have yet to come. It's always bonkers to fear the unknown and dread what hasn't happened, because the thing with the unknown is that you have no idea what it is that has yet to be known. For all you know (or don’t) it will result in something fabulous or sucky. The only way to be sure of what the unknown is; get to know it. 

In other news, the brilliance that is the new season of Sherlock has so far not failed to captivate me. Ditto Big Bang Theory. I wish that the same could be said of Peter Capaldi’s incarnation of the Doctor, but you can’t have everything. Just the hope that it will get better.