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And yup... it's one of those Saturday nights.

January weather in England is the worst. I can't even describe how bleak it looks outside my window. The sky is a dull gray and the wind is whipping the trees. Apparently it's in the 50s today, but I don't believe it.

I'm meeting some friends at 1 but don't know what to do before then. I probably should get off my laptop and do something productive. I don't want to take a walk, but I could go to Starbucks and read the Guardian or similar. I also have no idea what I'm doing tonight, besides eating leftover risotto mmm.

Basically, I'm having friend withdrawl now that Sara's gone. And mah new job seems too far away to be exited about (a week from Monday!). And I keep worrying that something will go wrong and they'll retract their offer. Oh me.

A new thing in my life (ie my I'm going to transform my life in 2011 life) is to divide the future in manageable chunks. Right now I'm working on making productive changes to my life up to Febuary 12th, aka the day of the Catz Ball. And by productive changes, I mean a whole slew of fun things. I just really hope I can forget the past and be the best employee EVER at the new job. wahooo

For what it's worth, my Start Happy of the day is: Ha it's a good sign that I can't think of anything good. Okay here's something, I'm happy that I had last week with Sara and that in a week I'll be a giant leap forward in my professional life.

2005 flashback

I can't believe this guy is still around...

awful.

Force, hatred, history, all that. That's not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life.

What? says Alf.

Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred.

Apologies for yet another absence. I've had a friend visiting from Ammmmeeerrriiicaaa. It was a FANTASTIC WEEK. She's gone and now it's back to my fun filled solitary life.

START HAPPY DAY 2

I am happy that I somehow pulled off my 13 year old self's dream of going to England, "maybe studying abroad there," as I recall. I surpassed those dreams. So though there's lots my 13 year old self would be disappointed with, I think little Hayley would be happy that I somehow ended up living in England. I realized this on New Years Eve when I was the only American at a big party. I don't notice stuff like that anymore, but I guess it means my life would appear really cool to most. And it means I'm 23 and I've already done something with my life, I guess. Hopefully things keep happening!

This was just played on Radio 6, it's beautiful:

START HAPPY DAY 1

My New Years Guardian came with a poster that reads START HAPPY. So in honor of that, I'm going to write a reason I'm happy every morning (aka when I remember).

1: I'm glad I'm a girl who has a lot of friends, instead of a girl who has a lot of boyfriends and few girl friends. Boy friends are temporary, while I have friends I've known for years, and I'm sure I've gotten much more love from them than I ever would from relationships. Maybe. Unless I met my FH, but who does by the time they're 23? And then most marriages end in divorces. I digress, I'm happy to have such wonderful wonderful friends.