IT'S 06, BABY!
Yeah. Johanna (can't be arsed linking)'s over here, Sophie's up north camping somewhere, Chris and Jen are also camping somewhere but presumably somewhere else, I am at home. Hans and I are watching Aristocats. :P A video! Something from last century, last millenium, almost ten years ago! and I am burning my 2005 DVDs (yes it wouldn't fit on CDs) of random crap. We completely forgot to countdown to midnight because Johanna was registering for WOTmania and I was ranting on at Satoshi (this shall be amusing to watch in ten years time undoubtedly).
I'm a senior this year. :| I hereby demand math and science tutoring from whoever will tutor me.
Oh, right, New Year, resolutions!
New Year’s Resolutions 2006
Perform more
You get better at everything with practice, and that goes for singing in public as well. Every opportunity to sing, I will take it. Despedidas, after masses, parties, Philippine Independence Day, I will do it. Auditions, talent quests, I will be there. Live backup, OFI, Catherine, some other poor sod (by which I mean peer pressured friend) roped into playing the piano for me, minus-1s, instrumentals, a capella, I will sing. If I am going to play Kim, or Eponine, or, hell, Elphaba some day, I will need the experience to back it up, I am not going to have my voice break at the St. James or something. Yet nor am I going to screw myself over by oversinging now and killing my voice - I am going to sing more, but I will not overdo it.
Write more
American novelist Peter De Vries once said, “I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o’clock every morning.” Obviously I am unable to commit to that exact time, but I will write daily, whether it is on the bus, in the evening, during form time, when I should be sleeping, or in class. Moreover I will write at least a page every day, be it fanfiction, original, drabble, script, poetry, song, or even a page of “I don't know what to write, why am I doing this?” This daily page is completely separate from journal entries paper or Live.
Start the movie
Making a movie from scratch within a year seems even more ambitious than completing National Novel Writing Month with original plot and sanity intact, thus I will settle for starting. With no ideas here at the beginning of the year, I think writing the screenplay would be a nice thing to have done come year end, though having the makings of a screenplay would suffice.
Get straight Excellences and Merits
I should certainly hope I will get straight Excellences in English, Social Studies, and Latin, at least. Distinction in English would be nice too. The more credits I earn, the faster I will pass NCEA. The better credits I earn, the more stuff I will get. We are living in a material world, and I am a material girl.
Get a job
And I really do mean it this year, as I am sick and tired of constantly being broke. I will research, I will make my CV, I will apply in random places, I will do interviews if they will take me for one. Even if I have to make Starshone Designs a reality, I will have a source of income, my own money, separate from what I freeload.
Don't get pregnant
Originally I was going to put “get laid” as my “jokes, so not going to happen” resolution, but considering my alarming success rate with joke resolutions last year (two out of the three resolutions I succeeded in were not serious: Learn algebra, get a boyfriend), Johanna and I felt that was dangerous, and, frankly, asking for trouble. So that can be my joke resolution for 2007, when I actually turn legal. ;) Jokes. Anyway, I am not overly concerned with what method I use to achieve this resolution, whether it is practicing safe sex or remaining a virgin. (I am not going to say I will not have sex until I get married, because resolutions like that are bound for disappointment and/or unsafe sex. Also I do not buy into the Catholic take on that either.) Whatever I do, I am not going to screw up this crucial part of my life by getting myself into a moral dilemna for some fooling around in the backseat of a car or even some nauseatingly romantic time in a bed surrounded by candles and rose petals. I will not be bullied or sweet-talked into something that can potentially screw over the rest of my life. No matter what I say about Lorelai Victoria Gilmore, I am not going to follow in her footsteps and get banged up as a teenager. After all, I would have to buy a new wardrobe, and how on earth would a baby bulge fit in the hotter-than-hell teal plaid potato sack?