the real tragedy is the man who never stands up to his full stature

Dec 07, 2010 12:05

Got my teeth cleaned today. I don't like the process, but I do like the feeling of my teeth afterward.

Anyway, with the end of the semester, I've been thinking about some things. I'm going to fail my math class. There's nothing I can do about that. I should have done more, but I didn't. Anything I do now will be too little too late. I need to change something if I'm going to do well next semester, and I have to do better next semester otherwise I won't get into LSUA which means it will be even longer until MacKenzi and I are together.

I decided to pull a book off my shelf called The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens by Sean Covey. It's based on the book The 7 Habits of Highly Effect People by his father. I've thought about getting the adult version, but I think the teen version is probably more interesting, and what's the point in getting the adult version when the teen one works just fine and has the same information? Anyway, the seven habits go like this:

1) Be Proactive
2) Begin with the End in Mind
3) Put First Things First
4) Think Win-Win
5) Seek First to Understand, Then to Be Understood
6) Synergize
7) Sharpen the Saw

Yes, they may all seem like common sense, but damn do I have problems with some of them. Like...well...all of them. But with the end of the semester, and crunch time coming, I need to do something. And I found a quote in this book that goes, "The real tragedy is the tragedy of the man who never in his life braces himself for his one supreme effort--he never stretches to his full capacity, never stands up to his full stature."

I don't want to be that person who keeps coasting through life and doesn't do anything. So I'm going to read through this book and start doing the "Baby Steps" at the end of each chapter. Hopefully these things will help me finally get myself on track.

Furthermore, my dad saw me and my brother talking about weapons and what they would sell for last night. He offered (if Mom agreed) to loan me money--possibly about a few hundred dollars--to buy merchandise to sell on ebay. In return, I would have pay him back for the money he spent to purchase the merchandise and also get a 25% cut of the profits until the business is self sustaining and I can buy the merchandise on my own. I asked him if this was like a loan, and he said it was exactly like one--just not one from a bank. It was from something else, but I forget what.

They would also allow me to buy these items under their store license so I wouldn't have to pay extra fees to buy wholesale (and the extra fees, if they even sell to regular consumers at all, make it as expensive to buy from a store). I'm excited. If this gets off the ground then it's something I can take with me to Louisiana and will tide me over until I can find a job.

I will also be applying for jobs after MacKenzi comes to visit in a few weeks. I will need something to do during the time that she leaves and my classes start. I can also use the money. I'm really sick and tired of not having money. I'm going to apply...well, everywhere. Like Best Buy, Target, Barnes and Noble, Borders, Game Stop (in the Blackstone and Auburn malls), Spencers, F.Y.E. ... If I have to I'll go out to the Greendale Mall and the Solomon Pond Mall. I'll find something. It'll be good to have that experience and to have some money saved up for when I go down to Louisiana.

And lastly, Magic is officially staying with us. My dad confirmed this a few weeks ago. Basically, Magic has gotten way too comfortable here and feels safe and has gotten attached to us. He says it would be really unfair to her to ship her off to some other family at this point. Which is good. :) And MacKenzi's parents said I can bring her down with me! Yay! I can bring my kitty! :D ...I just hope Magic doesn't hate me too much after the move. >.>

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