Bah fucking Humbug and some New Years Resolutions

Okay, so, Christmas was like every other Christmas, I guess. Some relatives I wanted to murder, some relatives I didn't want to murder, fuck all good on TV... Not helping with the whole 'murder' thing there, TV.
I've never been much of a Christmas person, and being forced to pretend to be happy when visiting relatives I'd prefer not to be visiting is not quite my favourite activity.
Figured I'd try coming out to my Mom, since I wanted to tell her in person rather than over the phone... It Did Not Go Well. I mean, usually my family's pretty liberal, but fuck... My Dad was told over the phone, some time ago, so he's already cool with it, my Step-Mom took the piss, which is pretty much just her standard reaction to everything, and I think the parrot was trying to be supportive, which is unusual, because he normally just takes the piss... he's very much my Step-Mom's parrot.
As always, there was little to do over Christmas, and I got fuck all revision done, which I'm paying for now.

I'm back at uni, doing exams, and for once I actually deserve to fail for the amount of effort I've put in. I mean, usually I work myself half to death on school stuff... I think I've just given up caring. In my defence, caring IS a finite resource.
I've also changed one of my subjects, so one of my Exams doesn't really matter anyway. Which is good, because I didn't read one of the plays, only read half of the other one (needless to say, I didn't do my essays on those) and only decided which poems to use the night before. And English has always been the subject I've worked hardest at.

Okay, so onto some New Years resolutions. I don't normally bother with them, since I never see them through anyway - but then, that's the problem, now isn't it? So, this year, I'm going to follow something through. I'm going to make what will likely be my third failed attempt at learning a language - I've went and bought myself a 'teach yourself Russian' book and CD set, and I want to at least be able to say "Where in fuck's name is the bathroom?" by the end of the year. Whatever project I start in terms of writing, I want to still be at it (or finished with it, though that's not likely) by the end of the year, rather than starting a new project every month and always getting bored of them.

And, I want to update this thing regularly. Also, this was started as A FUCKING WRITING BLOG, yet I'm getting no writing done to talk about. I would say I'm going to stop procrastinating, but that may clash with the whole updating regularly thing.

Why do all of my songs make me sound like a danger to myself and others?

This was supposed to be a writer's blog, so I'm going to talk about writing today. Well, of a sorts, anyway.
I've been going through some of my old song lyrics that I'd written when I was younger. I mean, okay, I know I did the whole 'emo teen' thing, but fuck they weren't half depressing. I mean, seriously, I think old me needed a cookie and some Prozac. 
Funnily enough, most of them were thinly veiled insults directed at people I still like to slag off in my writing. I think I've just gotten more creative about it.
I'm going to be going back to some old projects and see about finishing them off or improving them. I don't fancy it'll end well, but hey, it's always worth a shot.

(Edit: This should have been uploaded a while back. Bad me, I know)