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I feel so bad for my dog! He had a tumor removed on his back with five stitches. That whole area is shaved and pink. Then he had a tooth removed, inflamed tonsils, is taking antibiotics and is not allowed to drink or eat. He's just lying there miserably... I wonder what he's thinking.
It's 2006 and I haven't really come up with any solid resolutions, except these:
-figure out what I want to do for the next two to five years of my life
-get back into hardcore shape (going to Dominican Republic in less than two months, gasp!) which includes re-joining the gym
-getting my driver's license, hopefully by this Thursday if I pass my road test.
-journal more consistently in whatever aspect, most likely the green one I have (at least once a week I guess).
I suppose I have other ones regarding my character and whatnot, but those aren't too easy to write down nor measure... plus I don't think the difference between December 31st and January 1st is enough motivation to make me become a brand new person. I think Jesus can accomplish that. I'm sick of being moody and a deadbeat (I am my own worst critic) and I just wanna be really ALIVE, yo. Just a while ago I was pretty carefree and lighthearted, in many ways, but I find myself lately being more of a loner in mentality and a recluse at heart. Even though I'm usually with people, or out, I tend to just think in a loner's perspective. I'm not sure why this is, but I can't wait to get over it!
Things have been good though, and it's absolutely fabulous to be back at home. Hanging out with friends and family and doing almost nothing regarding any type of responsibility is awesome and liberating in some ways, after a real long semester. I've been home for over a month, and will be leaving this Sunday for BoonieLand University. I dread it - dread going back to the last part of a portion of my life. It's so soon and I fear that I can't do all that I've wanted to before I leave, or miss out on this and that. This is the time in life where I make a billion lists of to-do's. Not that they'll matter 20 to 30 years down the line, but at least I'll sleep at night knowing that I seized the day.
Caroline left today and Jerry left last week. I miss them both already. Take care of yourself woman, you know you encounter the worst of the worst. I'd bet you'd get a bigger crown than me, though. :) Goodbye!
It's 2006 and I haven't really come up with any solid resolutions, except these:
-figure out what I want to do for the next two to five years of my life
-get back into hardcore shape (going to Dominican Republic in less than two months, gasp!) which includes re-joining the gym
-getting my driver's license, hopefully by this Thursday if I pass my road test.
-journal more consistently in whatever aspect, most likely the green one I have (at least once a week I guess).
I suppose I have other ones regarding my character and whatnot, but those aren't too easy to write down nor measure... plus I don't think the difference between December 31st and January 1st is enough motivation to make me become a brand new person. I think Jesus can accomplish that. I'm sick of being moody and a deadbeat (I am my own worst critic) and I just wanna be really ALIVE, yo. Just a while ago I was pretty carefree and lighthearted, in many ways, but I find myself lately being more of a loner in mentality and a recluse at heart. Even though I'm usually with people, or out, I tend to just think in a loner's perspective. I'm not sure why this is, but I can't wait to get over it!
Things have been good though, and it's absolutely fabulous to be back at home. Hanging out with friends and family and doing almost nothing regarding any type of responsibility is awesome and liberating in some ways, after a real long semester. I've been home for over a month, and will be leaving this Sunday for BoonieLand University. I dread it - dread going back to the last part of a portion of my life. It's so soon and I fear that I can't do all that I've wanted to before I leave, or miss out on this and that. This is the time in life where I make a billion lists of to-do's. Not that they'll matter 20 to 30 years down the line, but at least I'll sleep at night knowing that I seized the day.
Caroline left today and Jerry left last week. I miss them both already. Take care of yourself woman, you know you encounter the worst of the worst. I'd bet you'd get a bigger crown than me, though. :) Goodbye!