This attitude weakens my glee
Another waisted weekend. I think I slept for about 30 hours since Friday, and because my sleep schedrool is so massed up, I imagine I'll be asleep tomorrow through much of work.
Sundays are blah, which is why I usually volontear to work as many of them as I can. At least I could say I did something productive and made some cash. It's all about the cash money, y'knowuddimsayin'?
I've been talking to a lot of new people on MSN. Friends of friends, random acquaintances, that sort of deal. Reminds me a lot of old ICQ days, when you could just hit 'random,' and you'd find yourself a new best friend for the evening, and probably never talk to them again.
In talking online last night, when I was lingerie-ing between "Hey, I could go out and find people" and "Whatever, just go to sleep, you're already in bed anyway," Rhea mentioned that she had a list of things to do before she dies, and makes a point of doing one thing a year. With a new year coming up, I figured that that's one hell of a good idea.
joelg's pre-New Years Revolutions
-Write that damn play that I keep telling people that I'm writing, but still haven't touched because I have no fucking idea how to write a play.
-Write another novel in three days
-Go someplace on my vacation. I took three week's vacation in 2004. The first, I was stuck in Fredericton during White Juan. The next, I went to River John Nover Scosher for about eight hours. My last week of vacation was spent cleaning other people's apartments and helping people move for three straight days. I am so not dewing that again.
-Save more $$$ by eating out less.
-Remember to call people after dates and so on and so forth. ("I was at work and had to work for the last week." "My iguana died." "I think I have tuberculosis." "What do you mean? It hasn't been a month already, has it?" "Yeah, my e-mail has been messed up lately." That sort of jazz.)
-Speaking of jazz, listen to jazz and determine what I like instead of just saying "Yeah, I like it."
-Get back in shape. I was monstrously in shape about two years ago, and then I remembered that I liked beer.
-Remind myself that this isn't a blog, but it's more like a personal-essay-type-dealio where I get to make fun of people I know for no apparent reason.
-Never, ever eat bacon again. For that matter, go two days per week with no meat.
-Start applying for grad school somewhere. Or, like, take courses again. Fuck I are dum. This year was supposed to be "Let's save a whole lot of money and do a whole lot of preliminary research and read everything that everyone says I should have read by now." In reality, it's "PlayStation 2, sleepless nights, binge drinking, and dealing with fucking annoying people that don't seem to get the hint."
I'm probably not going to hold myself to this. I can't even hold myself to waking up before noon on a weekend, regardless of what happened the night before. I (MSN heart emoticon) sleeping.
That being said, I think I'm gonna go wander the streets and look for symbolism.
Sundays are blah, which is why I usually volontear to work as many of them as I can. At least I could say I did something productive and made some cash. It's all about the cash money, y'knowuddimsayin'?
I've been talking to a lot of new people on MSN. Friends of friends, random acquaintances, that sort of deal. Reminds me a lot of old ICQ days, when you could just hit 'random,' and you'd find yourself a new best friend for the evening, and probably never talk to them again.
In talking online last night, when I was lingerie-ing between "Hey, I could go out and find people" and "Whatever, just go to sleep, you're already in bed anyway," Rhea mentioned that she had a list of things to do before she dies, and makes a point of doing one thing a year. With a new year coming up, I figured that that's one hell of a good idea.
joelg's pre-New Years Revolutions
-Write that damn play that I keep telling people that I'm writing, but still haven't touched because I have no fucking idea how to write a play.
-Write another novel in three days
-Go someplace on my vacation. I took three week's vacation in 2004. The first, I was stuck in Fredericton during White Juan. The next, I went to River John Nover Scosher for about eight hours. My last week of vacation was spent cleaning other people's apartments and helping people move for three straight days. I am so not dewing that again.
-Save more $$$ by eating out less.
-Remember to call people after dates and so on and so forth. ("I was at work and had to work for the last week." "My iguana died." "I think I have tuberculosis." "What do you mean? It hasn't been a month already, has it?" "Yeah, my e-mail has been messed up lately." That sort of jazz.)
-Speaking of jazz, listen to jazz and determine what I like instead of just saying "Yeah, I like it."
-Get back in shape. I was monstrously in shape about two years ago, and then I remembered that I liked beer.
-Remind myself that this isn't a blog, but it's more like a personal-essay-type-dealio where I get to make fun of people I know for no apparent reason.
-Never, ever eat bacon again. For that matter, go two days per week with no meat.
-Start applying for grad school somewhere. Or, like, take courses again. Fuck I are dum. This year was supposed to be "Let's save a whole lot of money and do a whole lot of preliminary research and read everything that everyone says I should have read by now." In reality, it's "PlayStation 2, sleepless nights, binge drinking, and dealing with fucking annoying people that don't seem to get the hint."
I'm probably not going to hold myself to this. I can't even hold myself to waking up before noon on a weekend, regardless of what happened the night before. I (MSN heart emoticon) sleeping.
That being said, I think I'm gonna go wander the streets and look for symbolism.
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