Honest to blog?
Things to do more of this year:
Read McSweeney's, not when I'm procrastinating and usually spend five hours catching up on what I've missed the past five weeks of not reading, but regularly. (Fewer tools for procrastination might prevent procrastination? Eh?)
Save some goddamn money. For shiz, I can't be all cavalier if I'm going to fly my way over to England. This one is serious.
Read two plays a month. Not much more to say about that.
What goes for McSweeney's also goes for This American Life. I sometimes avoid it cause it makes me cry, but I need those cries, man. I should have those cries. They're good for me, and reduce the chances of the cry escaping in some public place, like a classroom, when it's wholly inappropriate, like during an educational video about American dialects. (True story.)
More music. More new music, it makes me happy.
There should probably be something here about three meals a day, balanced nutrition, blah blah blah, but I can really only realistically stik to this when I have money to buy groceries and the time to eat them. Which honstly is only part of the time. So this one's provisional, I guess.
Calling people back is going to be key in 2008. Key. I get very busy and overwhelmed with all of the shit I do during semester, and I tend to abhor the phone by the second week of a show. I want to find a happy relationship with my phone. Really, we should go to counseling. I resent my phone for making me pay to get stressed out, and I'm sure it doesn't help it that I often drop it when trying to listen to my voicemail while riding my bike. We have a lot of issues.
Final thing to do in 2008 - which I'm sort of actually looking at at January 2008 through whenever I move to England, because all bets are off once I'm in grad school (smoking, drinking, anorexia, gossip magazines, throwing away the phone altogether...) - the final thing is getting my bike in tip-top shape. As soon as the weather clears up, it's a Brillo pad and some chrome polish for me. Then, spray paint. Probably in lemon yellow or tan, some strange unusual bike color so no one can rob me. Nice and in-shape so I can leave it here while I trot around the globe in search of universal truth and a feminist reconstruction of Shakespearean tragedies.
Read McSweeney's, not when I'm procrastinating and usually spend five hours catching up on what I've missed the past five weeks of not reading, but regularly. (Fewer tools for procrastination might prevent procrastination? Eh?)
Save some goddamn money. For shiz, I can't be all cavalier if I'm going to fly my way over to England. This one is serious.
Read two plays a month. Not much more to say about that.
What goes for McSweeney's also goes for This American Life. I sometimes avoid it cause it makes me cry, but I need those cries, man. I should have those cries. They're good for me, and reduce the chances of the cry escaping in some public place, like a classroom, when it's wholly inappropriate, like during an educational video about American dialects. (True story.)
More music. More new music, it makes me happy.
There should probably be something here about three meals a day, balanced nutrition, blah blah blah, but I can really only realistically stik to this when I have money to buy groceries and the time to eat them. Which honstly is only part of the time. So this one's provisional, I guess.
Calling people back is going to be key in 2008. Key. I get very busy and overwhelmed with all of the shit I do during semester, and I tend to abhor the phone by the second week of a show. I want to find a happy relationship with my phone. Really, we should go to counseling. I resent my phone for making me pay to get stressed out, and I'm sure it doesn't help it that I often drop it when trying to listen to my voicemail while riding my bike. We have a lot of issues.
Final thing to do in 2008 - which I'm sort of actually looking at at January 2008 through whenever I move to England, because all bets are off once I'm in grad school (smoking, drinking, anorexia, gossip magazines, throwing away the phone altogether...) - the final thing is getting my bike in tip-top shape. As soon as the weather clears up, it's a Brillo pad and some chrome polish for me. Then, spray paint. Probably in lemon yellow or tan, some strange unusual bike color so no one can rob me. Nice and in-shape so I can leave it here while I trot around the globe in search of universal truth and a feminist reconstruction of Shakespearean tragedies.