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Not Quite Resolutions

Image From http://therichkidwannabe.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions-for-new-year.htmlI’ve never much believed in New Years Resolutions, mainly because the turning of the year is no more likely to get me on a treadmill than bikini season or my gym instructor’s scornful “I haven’t seen you here in months” eyes. So just to be clear these are not resolutions. It’s two weeks into 2012, so we can agree that I’ve definitely missed the resolution making portion of the year.

These are not so much ways to improve myself, and lets face it why would I want to (don’t answer that) but instead, more ways to ensure I don’t reach 2013 without a single thing to show for myself aside from that increasing Jack Daniels dependency. And shoes, far, far too many shoes.

1. Get a job, one which pays more than the most minimum of wages. As much as I love my mum, I can’t spend the next 27 years living at home, which incidentally is how long it would take me to put a deposit on the very shittiest of flats with my current salary.

2. Sky dive, or bungee jump, or take up aerobatic flying lessons or pretty much anything in this general category that is guaranteed to make me pee my pants a little bit. You’re never going to be amazed in life, unless you do some things, which are a little bit amazing.

3. Succeed in getting George Michaels “Faith” out of my head. It’s been stuck there for approximately 3 years, and whilst before it was bad, now it also comes with the accompanying dance moves compliments of J.D. No not the liquor, the character, in Scrubs.

4. Visit a county, where the rain is warm. Or perhaps before I get ahead of myself, I should aim to visit a country which is not Cypriot, Greek, Greek-Cypriot or any other variation which results in me eating Feta in the village tavern owned by Stelios.

5. Slow dance. Not jokingly. Not with my God-sister while drunk. Not with my dog (who for the record does an excellent Waltz) and not with my fingers on the steering wheel whilst bored in traffic.

The list could go on. A result of a very unproductive 2011 no doubt, I am left with a million and one things I was always meant to, but never quite got around to doing. I guess I could add teaching my dad how to text to the list and losing that last pound that just won’t budge from my thighs, but like I said these’s aren’t resolutions, and I am not a miracle worker.

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Got My Heart.

Commercial radio stations are like my Mecca. I am a radio presenter, if not in practicality then definitely at heart. So perhaps it was apt that my visit today was to Heartfm.

Whilst in my dreams I am the voice London wakes up to, London eats lunch with and London drives home to – in reality I am a masters student. Keenly I study the art of Broadcast Journalism, hoping one day to be massive (career wise of course, though with my muffin addiction you just never know).

Sitting upstairs in conference room one, I wonder if anyone would notice if I kidnapped one of the presenters downstairs and took their place. I feel they probably would.

In my mind I script what I would say if by some bout of insanity they offered us a go on the mic. It’s possible, I tell myself, perhaps Heart radio are in the market for some fresh new talent.

“Good morning London” I mentally recited, “if you’re not a morning person you’ll be happy to know it’s just gone 12o’clock”. I looked up to check I hadn’t started to accidentally reel my little speech aloud; since no one seemed to so much as throw me a glance, I felt free to continue talking in my most radio-ey mental voice. “This is Miranda Athanasiou and you’re listening to heart-fm”, because yes that’s right up here I’m a kick-arse real life presenter for a real life radio station.

“If you’re wondering who to thank for this mornings sunshine, that would be me. The rain was depressing me so I had a word”. No, no. Sounds like I’m trying too hard. I’ll have to work on that.

I could do it better. I know I could. Something about seeing that bright red LIVE light puts an end to my usually mad ramblings and gives birth to a very cool, very witty young lady. While being opinionated hasn’t much helped in my venture to find a man, in my bid to get my dream job, I feel my liability becomes advantageous.

The beautiful blonde newsreader whose name I have forgotten asks us what we want to do after our degrees. “I’m going to be a radio presenter” I say. “Going to be?” someone laughs. Mentally I am not always so confident, but uncertainty gets you no where, so I try to convince myself more than anyone that dedication is all you need to succeed.

And if I’m mistaken about this, I think for now I’d rather be oblivious. Allow me to sit at home, sip tea from my new bright red ‘more music variety’ mug and ponder how happy I’ll be when I get to talk to the world.

Tea, 2 1/2 sugars, strong.

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