January 01, 2003 :: 11:17 p.m.
feel free to mock me with your monkey pants
I was thinking more about the whole New Year's Resolutions thing this afternoon. I don't make them; I haven't for quite some time, because I don't see the point. Yeah, fresh start, blah, blah, whatever, but if you didn't have to willpower or motivation to accomplish your goal (or at least start working toward it) before, declaring it a resolution isn't likely to result in instant, guaranteed success. But in another way I find them appealing, because there's a certain gung-ho enthusiasm that comes with tackling a resolution. Even if the resolution will, before too long, beat you to a bloody pulp and leave you lying in an alley. Where you will wake up sore, confused, and missing your pants.
Er, anyway. Back to the point. While I'm not going to make resolutions, I am going to make a list of a few things that I'd like to accomplish before I can legally buy liquor (which would be July 16, 2004, in case you're interested). That birthday is going to be pointless for me, because I don't drink, but it's the nearest fully personal, non-2003 milestone I've got. And see, making the "deadline" something other than the generic "next year" serves to differentiate what I'm about to list from doomed resolutions. Here we go, in no particular order...
1. Move out of my parents' house. If I don't do this as soon as I am even a little bit able, I will die, because I will kill myself.
2. Learn to paint.
3. Volunteer at some animal-related organization, such as PAWS or The Helen Krause Foundation.
4. Work on my communication skills.
5. Generally improve my health. This encompasses eating better, exercising, and all those other things that go along with being healthy. Like sleeping enough and taking vitamins. Well, okay, I probably won't take vitamins, but I'm serious about rest of it. I've felt like absolute shit since I let myself become lax about it, so I figure that it's time to remedy the situation.
Hmm... well, that's about it, I guess. Nothing hugely intimidating, other than the moving out thing. But that definitely needs to be done, no matter what. It's a desperate necessity of the highest degree, because being here for just a few weeks has been incredibly unpleasant, and since I'm not going back to school in the fall I'll need someplace to stay. And it cannot, under any circumstances, be here. I will get a job and work my ass off and rent a crappy little apartment and be blissfully happy NOT living with my parents and their separation melodrama. And hey, if Adam wants to move in with me then it's just all the more wonderful. And if I get to have a cat and a shiny metal toaster, as well, then I may just have to start taking medication to make myself less happy, which would be the biggest personality reversal in the history of mankind.
How in god's name has this taken me two hours to write? Egads. I'm much too easily distracted. But no one can day I'm not perseverant; if I were, I would have trashed this about an hour and a half ago. In any case, I should go see if Giles wants to come inside and possibly turn the thermostat down. It's like six billion degrees in here. Seriously, my keyboard is melting.
Ciao.
edited 1:19 a.m. I completely forgot to post the picture that I started this entry in order to post. D'oh. I have the cutest cat ever. Love him. (Photo was made non-shitty in Photoshop. My bathroom is not at all this light and airy looking.)
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