and we all sing along like before.

It's New Years Eve!

It's all very grand and symbolic but there is no difference between 23:59 on the 31st of December and 00:00 on the 1st of January.

But I, like you all, love it.

We can leave behind anything we want and make promises to be better and do better. These promises rarely last the month let alone the year but it's still refreshing.

I thought this year had flown by yet if I think back to a year ago today it's hard to believe the thoughts I had in my head and the words I said.

I don't feel all that different though, I think it's just perspectives that have changed.

2009 was a year of many things, some good and some not so good, but everything that has happened has delivered me here. And I like it here.

So what do I expect from 2010? Nothing much.

I'm expecting a year of steady nothingness with some money being earned.

I need to put some of my Christmas presents into action too, such as my special effects book.

The real question is whether to call the year two thousand and ten. Or, twenty ten?

Anywho, we all have places to be so let's go.

And to say goodbye to the year we have this ever uplifting song:

Wallpaper shopping.

That's what I did with my day, got some wall paper. There is so much of it, and it's all so pretty. I wish I had a house to decorate and make my own.

Sadly though the room that is being decorated is the one at my dads so I will hardly use it and I'm not overly fussed about it. Shame as I could of made it all nice.

There was a right racist guy in B&Q too. I wanted to hit him. I mean he actually thought that a different skin pigment makes another person somehow inferior to him. I don't get that at all.

And those bloody midstate American racist Christians, that's another thing I don't understand. Their so called messiah was apparently a Jew from the Middle East, but they will quite happily call them all terrorists.

What a world.

Stockport is tiny. I felt like I giant there. Then again last time I was there I was about 13 and knee 'igh to a grass'opper. I got V for Vendetta as I finished reading it. So now I can watch it.

That's what I do, read the book, watch the film, occasionally buy the soundtrack but rarely buy the tshirt. We all have to have our limits.

I saw a really ugly baby today. He looked just like a miniature cave troll.

The poor bugger.

I'm sure he'll be a ladies man when he's 17.

Today my holiday beard will depart. I say beard, it's very inadequate, just like the rest of me.

I should of asked for a beard for Christmas. Oh well, always next year.

Invasion of the Body Snatchers!!!

So my sister has been replaced by some emo/scenester. It all came on quickly, especially as only last year she had her room decked out in the Playboy bunny.

So of course, my logical explanation for all of this was the start of an alien invasion. I was looking out for any pods that the aliens sprouted from. Not in a crazy way, just ruling out all the unlikely scenarios.

I have a similar story. I went to bed at some crazy hour and my body clock was fucked. When I woke up I looked at my clock to see it said 5:00 and it was really bright outside so I thought it was 5pm. Shit, I th

ought, I've slept all day I best go get some tea.

But the house was dead. No one around, no sounds, no tea.

I look out the window and it's bright, sun in the sky but nobody around.

It's finally happened I thought. The zombie apocalypse!

Then, in my sleepy haze, everything clicked into place and I realised it was 5am and my family had not become zombies.

Some say I watch too many films.

I disagree, films are my best friend.

One mans terrorist is another mans freedom fighter.

I find myself thinking this all too often.

Today is one such time. Talk about the attempted bombing on Christmas Day.

Yeah it's bad, innocent lives could of been lost. Terror terror terror.

But do we ever think to why these people want to bomb us, we really are not at all high and mighty to call everyone a terrorist.

If you hadn't of guessed, I've seen Zeitgeist. I recommend everyone to watch it even if it will make you depressed and sombre for a week.

I just finished V for Vendetta too, so I have a bit of a soft spot for freedom fighting. Not that I am easily impressionable from things around me...honest.

At the moment it's all about The Dark Knight Returns.

Look at him, the old bastard still has it in him.

On empty rings around the sun

I have experienced the 27th of December 19 times now, and it's safe to say this one is the worst. I hate my birthday as it is but my this one is deep down in the dumps. I guess it's all relative though, like I was reading in V for Vendetta, saying how the thunderclap is more impacting next to a deadly silence. Point being, last year I had a good birthday even if I did shrug it all off modestly and afterwards was still no fan it was just nice.

This one though, not so nice.

I get woken up being told it was my birthday as if I didn't know then having to get up and open cards in front of an audience. Afterwards I just wanted some peace and Dan time, but it's Christmas so that was not going to happen. The irony is though, before I was pissed off at people sat next to me but now I just want to watch The Dark Knight with someone.

Then it was off to my 'dads'. This is what blows about having two families, well one family and then a 'family', everything is doubled and rushed.

I just buried my face in V for Vendetta, then went upstairs to my room and watched Leon (which is a beautiful film and oh so very adorable).

The 'family' just think I am quiet but I'm not, I just hold my tongue as I think of all the words I want to say to them. They sure do royally piss me off. I have the 'dad' who is forever getting angry and shouting at nothing and just arguing at whoever is around. His girlfriend who is the most insufferable person I know, she's not even a bitch but I fight the urge to curb her constantly. And her son, what a twat. Over the years I have known him I have not once had a conversation with him.

Just being with them drains me. They are all against tattoos, piercings, dying your hair, anything at all that gives character they are against. I can't wait till I get my tattoo. And all their reasons for their hatred of all that is good is all based on nothing factual, it's all old wives tales.

One day I will snap, but until then I will remain healthy and bottle it all up.

I apologise for sounding all depressing and bitter, wait, why am I apologising? After all I am surely going to be the only audience to this. But anyway, I may sound bitter, hateful, spiteful, cynical, pessimistic and all their other friends however I am a happy person.

It's just that time of the year. Whoever said it was the most wonderful time of the year was obviously a liar...and a dick.

Coming Soon!