how the hell'm i gonna make it until the new year?
1. January;
Comcast has taken away AMC.
2. February;
Yesterday morning, I ate breakfast while the AM radio with its toaster antennae poured out the staticcented sounds of Al Green.
3. March;
I've had a marginally shitty day that has left me simultaneously crying and chowing Domino's Pizza.
4. April;
Last night, I had a dream that I was pregnant.
5. May;
It's 4:08.
6. June;
It's pretty sad that the best part of my day is getting a call from Clayton to inform me that Tom Bergeron made a Godfather reference.
7. July;
Dear Ms. Smith,
I am pleased to inform you that your study abroad application has been successful, and you are herewith offered a place for full-time study on our Study Abroad Programme in the Faculty of Humanities and Social Sciences.
8. August;
On the morning of the first of each month, when you get out of bed, you're supposed to say "rabbit" three times. It's good luck or some shit.
9. September;
Spun in a cocktail of wild fun and wild stress, I tend to forget that I'm actually going to Dublin for school.
10. October;
Since the cancellation of our Wednesday and Friday courses, the lack of a course on Wednesday, and the fact that we're dropping our Monday course and thusly did not attend... Zoe and I have just endured a rigorous five-day weekend.
11. November;
So Monday night was the most glorious night of our Dublin lives.
12. December;
Being so far from home, it's real nice to know that some things never change.
I'm real serious about my resolutions this year. I need, need to write this book. It's constantly tearing at my brain, and I've finally come up with a subtle formula that really hits on all cylinders.
I also want to lose some weight, and not spend as much time on the computer. To combat this, my book will be written on a typewriter, and my computer moved to the secondary desk. I also want to fall into some serious method-writing, become like some deranged mix of Hunter S. Thompson with a little bit of Jack Torrence thrown in for good measure and kicks.
I'll probably starve a little.
That's three, count 'em three, birds with one stone.
I'm so tenacious about this story, because I still have a feeling that I won't be able to do it. And if there's one thing I just can't resist, it's a challenge.