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no new years resolutions. ill just break em. so instead i have goals because as they say, "shoot for the moon, even if you miss youll land among the stars" so this way, even if i break them, i still win.
and resolutions just dont do that. that make you feel like shit. why? because you never keep them. you usually end up two steps further than the last year you resolved to fix them.
goals:
*to be the best thing ever. what does that mean? find some... whats the word... spiritual sanity. i guess you could say.
*be beautiful inside. meaning be the opposite of what i have been for the past 2 years.
*be beautiful outside=100 mi. bike ride or walking a marathon (dont tell me to run it, i wont do it, and im absolutely convinced our bodies arent made to run that far. we were nomads at one point, therefore, we walk.)
*get my cat (and dad) to stop snoring and being a general pain in the ass.
*REVIVE THIS DECREPIT LJ
*no eating food past 900pm!!!
a moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips. nothing tastes as good as thing feels...
AT LEAST THATS WHAT I KEEP TELLING MYSELF.fuck.
on an another note. i got in trouble for jumping rope in the house.
got DOG SHIT on my shoe. spent an hour cleaning my new running shoes.
saw my babies (not biologically mine, but still my babies nontheless.)
i need a life outside of cleveland. but how can you do that when theres two thousand miles between the two? i feel terribly torn. but its like... i dont know if i want to be between the two. i started a new life, you know? not only that but if my dad finally FINALLY finds a job, chances are it wont be here. which means summers ill have to go to oregon or some bullshit like that. bah. i need a job is what i need. as a matter a fact, add that to the damn list.
*get job that pays well over the summer so i can save and get my lipo like i always dreamed since i was a little child =)
that or some major therapy to make me like the way i look. because i just dont look the way i feel.
oh god. i sound like one of those 50 year old women on extreme makeover. oh god. save me. someone, anyone.
and resolutions just dont do that. that make you feel like shit. why? because you never keep them. you usually end up two steps further than the last year you resolved to fix them.
goals:
*to be the best thing ever. what does that mean? find some... whats the word... spiritual sanity. i guess you could say.
*be beautiful inside. meaning be the opposite of what i have been for the past 2 years.
*be beautiful outside=100 mi. bike ride or walking a marathon (dont tell me to run it, i wont do it, and im absolutely convinced our bodies arent made to run that far. we were nomads at one point, therefore, we walk.)
*get my cat (and dad) to stop snoring and being a general pain in the ass.
*REVIVE THIS DECREPIT LJ
*no eating food past 900pm!!!
a moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips. nothing tastes as good as thing feels...
AT LEAST THATS WHAT I KEEP TELLING MYSELF.fuck.
on an another note. i got in trouble for jumping rope in the house.
got DOG SHIT on my shoe. spent an hour cleaning my new running shoes.
saw my babies (not biologically mine, but still my babies nontheless.)
i need a life outside of cleveland. but how can you do that when theres two thousand miles between the two? i feel terribly torn. but its like... i dont know if i want to be between the two. i started a new life, you know? not only that but if my dad finally FINALLY finds a job, chances are it wont be here. which means summers ill have to go to oregon or some bullshit like that. bah. i need a job is what i need. as a matter a fact, add that to the damn list.
*get job that pays well over the summer so i can save and get my lipo like i always dreamed since i was a little child =)
that or some major therapy to make me like the way i look. because i just dont look the way i feel.
oh god. i sound like one of those 50 year old women on extreme makeover. oh god. save me. someone, anyone.