Yeah, I know. I am so lame, because I have resolutions. I probably will break them too.
- Quit smoking. I'm almost there. I can go like every couple of days without having one. The only thing that kills me is the second I have alcohol, I want to smoke. BAD NEWS. But, I'm working on it.
- Do better in school, like 100% better, and make this major actually count for something, and not change it again, and just be satisfied that my major has nothing to do with mathematics.
- Pick up more hours at work and not fall behind on money like last semester. By extension of that, pay Rosie back by the end of January. That's right, that means paying her rent for this month, and all 500 bucks I owe her from December and the two shopping trips in November. I got this. The first couple weeks of school won't be hard, and I won't be going home until February, SO, I can totally pick up some hours. MOTIVATION.
- Don't give a fuck about someone who doesn't deserve it. I need to quit being so nice and letting people walk all over me. I am so sick of people taking advantage of the fact that they know I will forgive them, before they even start apologizing. I want an apology, I want to hear regret, I want you begging on your hands and knees for me to accept your apology because you know my friendship is well worth the effort. I want none of the crap where there is a simple, "I'm sorry," and then laughing like two seconds later. Heck no. None of that shit.
- Get back into running. I want to be able to run around my block and not die of a heart attack.
- Lose the last 7 or so pounds, and then I will be back to my weight in high school. What up. ( Being able to run around the block will help this. That, and not being able to afford groceries and real food ).
- Start writing a book. I have ideas. I need to record them. Bring on the composition notebooks. I already have three filled with ideas. Have I expanded on them? Nope, they sit there.
- Be brave enough to share my work with others that aren't my teachers or groups on a project. If I can't be brave enough to share my ideas with friends and family, then what is the point of being a creative writing major?
