Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Resolutions for the New Year - 2009

TO BE COMPLETED and/or UNDERWAY BY DEC. 31st 2010
*or early March

- Start a blog
- Stop feeling sorry for yourself or making others feel bad for you, you, fucking, good-for-nothing
idiot
-Pimp out bike
.
- Do this immediately because you need it
.
- (New brakes, pedals, rack and p
acks, fix gears and transmission, regrease, unrust, new tires, look into a new, light weight, road bike(?))
- Less Internet, more IRL
- You say this every year, but GYM!
- Let your Green Arrow collection proliferate. Also, more comics. (FAN EXPO '09 anyone?)
- Make resume to/for:

- find another shit job
- work with dad (weird)
- work with mom (perks but underpaid)
-
get a job at a courthouse or law firm (fat chance)
- last resort: go back to Staples
- Buy a bass guitar or Moog. Get better at music. The cello can wait. - Write down your fucking music so you don't forget it. Also, record!
- Subliminaly learn: listen to lecture recordings in sleep the night of that class.
- Work on your German. You're terrible at it.
- Start a blog, even thought no wone will read it. Who cares if people actually find it and laugh at you. Fuck it. You need something to remind you of things and you can't always have conversations with people you trust to get things off your chest.

And so it begins. In the olden days, like 1996, people used to write diaries to keep track of their thoughts. Not only is that fruity it is also now technologically
irrelevant. Now this isn't my first blog. I had my LJ days. But I'm still gonna seem pretty noob at this. I just need some place to put down clever stuff (usually not so clever) I say or rant or communicate with folks or hook up or be pessimistic at. And since all my mechanical pencils are out of lead and lack of usuable paper, this seems the most economical and environmentally sound option. How 'bout that environment. I also needed a place to remind myself of these New Year's resolutions. I wrote them down and stuffed 'em in my wallet but I got this gut feeling it's gonna get lost in that flurry of ticket stubs and receipts. Flurry of cash, I wish. No really I wrote them down:

This is the sort of thing that happens when I don't have Internet in my face. I think about stuff. This time it was a result of me leaving my laptop adapter at my parents place, me not wanting to study for the History and Philosophy of Science exam, and sheer nothing-else-to-do syndrome. So yea first post is shit post. I don't want to look back at this.

goddamn italics. still gotta figure this shit out.