the one with eight things
1) last night lacked any actual evidence of socializing. however, i'm pleased that i'm accepting my deeply asocial personality more & more everyday. new years still held a few gems though: jimmy stewart, lavender vodka and a pain pill (that is howmuch it takes to derail all my neurotic obsessive behavior that, despite it being my holiday break, has not stopped firing away since finals).
2) the eagerness i possess for finally getting to witness gossip girl in all its glorious trashtastic (this word brought to you by kim) is overwhelming. clips, previews and mini articles with blake lively in Lucky magazine make the shows approach into my cut-off-world very delicious. i am brave enough for this mission.
3) i'm gluttonous. and spoiled. i scored the entire six feet under series and the complete set of sex&the city. i've also, thanks to christmas and the last remnants of my leftover fall fin aid, caught up with the office, veronica mars and l word dvd sets. materialism is bomb! well it may not be so much about the material goods as it is my addiction to fictional worlds that are mas more appealing than reality. college vs. scranton? no contest.
4) This confession I am about to give may reward me with snickers and eyerolls from all walks of life but i dont care (that much)... i'm so going to conquer The New York City Ballet Workouts: vol 1 and 2. And by conquer i mean make it through them without falling over more than three times. okay four.
5) the fucking scariest thing anyone has ever said to me was "baz, this should be published." i heard this for the first time months ago and it still makes me want to vomit. it sounds like pressure. it sounds like a mistake. it sounds like maybe my professor was not as qualified as i thought he was to teach. it sounds like hope.
6) because i'm certain that if i ever have lasik done to correct my awesomely shit eyesight i will be lasered into blindness, and because contacts require me to touch my own eyeballs; i think, instead of all that, i should save money to simply buy chanel or dolce&gabanna eyewear. style, yo.
7) saint rita of cascia. patron saint to impossible causes. she'll be hearing alot from me.
8) the only resolution worth having: travel. travel my ass off. new york, vegas, paris, los angeles, canon beach, san fran. if i make it to any of these places before '09, i rock. and any inbetween place that allows me to meet/re-meet my pretty babies (you know who you are)...than i will rock even harder.