There's something odd about this period between Christmas and New Year's eve for me. It has always been a period of reflection, one of introspection, total self-evaluation. What basically ends up happening, irrespective of whether I mentally prompt it or not, is that I undergo an introspective epiphany of sorts.

I summarise my actions, be they good or bad, and attempt to gauge just how much I've grown. Moreover, I evaluate just how much of what I went through led to regrets on my part. Quite frankly, even though I felt 2004 to be somewhat of a crappy year, I can honestly only think of two things which I truly regret and had control over. Not a bad track record, in my opinion.

There are a few minor things in my life that I want resolved. I need to come off some of the medication I'm on. I'm having recurring headaches, and I'm wondering if it's not because I've perhaps reached a point where my system needs an infusion of paracetemol. Whatever the case, though, I'm cutting those out, cold turkey, as I write this. Next step: sleeping pills.

And thereafter, maybe caffeine... although I'll probably end up turning back to that come my next set of exams.

If you were expecting words of wisdom in this blog post, prepare to be disappointed: It's 4:30am on a Wednesday morning. To elaborate, I've just gotten back from a heavy clubbing session, where I proceeded to order a fuckton of drinks since they were two for the price of one. No true Afrikaaner could resist, really. The jury is still out on if I should've driven home or not, but considering the reasonably coherent thought I'm putting together here, I could've obviously been in a far worse state.

"What's happened in the past month?", you might ask? Well, far be it from me to withhold details about my life. I'm an open book for any potential psychologist to happily use as a case study, should they feel so inclined.

Throughout the past month, I've been working, I've had my heart ripped to shreds by a female, I've gotten my ear pierced, and I've been out partying hard. Nothing that isn't commonplace, really. The working, well, I've been setting up a small enterprise with a friend of mine, which isn't too interesting.

As for the heart being ripped out to shreds: Well, it isn't something that we don't all go through at some time or another. Granted, the woman left me for a fling with some fucktard that owns an, I'll quote, "Mercedes C270 Coupé class Kompressor, with black metallic paintwork, and a leather interior finish.". Beautiful, really. It all really turns into a growth experience for me, to be quite frank. It doesn't matter how mature you perceive a woman to be, she could potentially be totally materialistic. And yes, ladies, the same applies to how men perceive womens' physical attributes. Far be it from me to generalise on purely gender: Men are materialistic(superficial, if you'd prefer), and women are materialistic(perhaps also superficial if you so feel inclined). Such is life. Deal with it.

The ear piercing: Well, it's something I've been meaning to do for ages. When I go through what I'd term emotional pain, I tend to look to change various aspects of my life. Further than that, I can't explain the ear piercing better. I'd wanted to do it for ages, and my getting ditched for a car resulted in me going out and doing it for the hell of it.

As I currently write this, I've just completed installing Vampire: Bloodlines. So, as such, I'm gonig to let the completion of the install process mark the end of this blog. Until next time, hope you're keeping well.

Ciao.
Karlos