New Year Resolutions

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?

Jungle Juice

Cut It Out.

Mind. Shh. You can't seem to concentrate if you wander like that. No need to worry about that now. That's not what you want. There are other things to stress about. Like passing your Bio and Chem class. This is against everything you have been talking about since the beginning of the summer. Grrr. Stop making me listen to this stupid, cheesy, lame-ass music. This is stupid. This is stupid. This is stupid.
This is not important.


Jana might be coming to America in March.

Bleh Bleh Bleh

I don't know what to say. Things are fine here. I am getting used to it here. Here is where I live. Here is where I go to school. Here is where I go to work. But here is not where I am making too many friends. I mean, I have "friends," but I don't hang out with them. I am as restless as ever. I think I only feel down on the weekends, where I don't have something consuming my time, consuming my mind, and consuming my worries.
Today was a good day though. I went to the football game, and we won, which was awesome. I went with Shane, Landon, Landon's girlfriend, her friend, Colin, and Trevor. So that was awesome. Shane and I were then going to hang out the whole day/night, but he got a call about his dad being in the hospital.
I have to admit, I am a tad worried. He took the news very strangely. I know he doesn't get along well with his dad, but I don't know. I am kind of worried about that kid.
Now that those plans have gone out the door, I think I am just going to sit around and watch movies, be a bum, and have some Captain and cider.
I don't know why I feel so bummed about all of this. Bleeeeh.
CHEER UP MEG.

Antsy.

Get me the fuck out of this apartment. Take me somewhere new. Take me to meet new people. Please shove a very alcoholic beverage in my hand and let me run rampant. Show me that fun exists out there. Show me that there is more then this apartment, this laptop, this couch, this phone, this radio. Let me know that there is something like a life out there.

A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court

I got a tattoo. 

SHHH. Not even Rosie knows. Muahaha.
(That means keep it a secret guys!)

COUGH COUGH COUGH

I need to stop smoking.

How about by next week?

After this weekend, and after this pack, I am done.

Hold me to it guys. Just keep calling me an asshole and that I am weird, and that I will die of cancer by the time I am 30. Just do it.