So my whole remembery organ really just isn't up to speed, and lately I've been thinking that I need to write more stuff down so that when I am elderly I will actually have memories upon which to reflect. Clearly if I leave it up to my brain there will be nothing, just a big room with gray walls and no memorabilia tacked up. Boring! My journal is too big to carry around and since I'm obviously never going to finish it, literally, it will never be done, I've started jotting stuff down in the back of my planner. I'm considering just ripping out the remaining pages of my journal and beginning another one, one that is more conducive to carrying about. Also, there is a double bonus, because not only will stuff be written down, but my memory will be strengthened by the writing, which is what tends to happen with me. I have a strange brain-to-hand connection or something. I've also been trying to take more pictures because on the days when words escape me at least I'll have pictures to remember by; also, are you a fucking photographer or not, you bitch? Seriously. It shames me that I can go days without picking up my camera. Schoolwork is no excuse.
So I think that right about now we will see how my resolutions are going thus far this year. Since that was the last thing I wrote. Three months ago.
1. I have totally saved a hundred dollars every month so far. Even though I am broke as a joke and this means that I literally have no money. Whatsoever. It's okay! One day I will!
2. Okay, the one picture a day thing hasn't really been working out, but I'm definitely going to start trying harder with that one. A picture a day is like a really good visual journal.
3. I haven't started an exercise routine yet, but I HAVE started taking the stairs instead of the escalator or elevator. All the time. I feel this is a good place to begin.
4. I totally grocery shop all the time! I have food. It is awesome. Sometimes I even go ONCE A WEEK! But I definitely get to the store at least every other week. Win on this one.
5. The journal thing, not so much. But I am writing. I've written once or twice a month since the beginning of the year. This is still better than I had been doing!
6. I have definitely been procrastinating less. At least on certain things. I still procrastinate everything from my film class, if only because I forget about it until the day it's due because I just don't care that much. But I had my last assignment for my studio class finished two days before it was due. I'm getting better.
7. Many fewer breakdowns! Yay for not crying! And freaking out! I dunno what it is, maybe it's the vitamin B complex I take religiously every day or maybe it's the warmer weather or maybe it's because I'm just happy lately, but I've only had one major breakdown so far this year (about school, more specifically why am I in school, more specifically I decided I sucked at everything and should just drop out) and that was when I had had very little sleep or food. Excusable. Mostly.
8. I'm getting much better at chilling out. I think it's due in part to the fact that I procrastinate less, and also I sometimes just don't care about the stuff that I could be doing instead. Why should I clean the living room for the second time in three days when it's just going to get messy again, and also, Bravo is always playing something awesome that I could be watching instead? Pass me the remote.
9. Have not even made a dent in the unread books. Finding it very hard to not buy more anyway. Moving on.
10. I haven't started a quilt, but Rob and I talk about it quite a bit. This is, in my opinion, an excellent start. We plan to quilt together and drink margaritas all summer.
So! There we stand. I think making achievable and life-bettering resolutions was certainly a good choice. And! Today is my last day at my job. Not a resolution, but something I had been thinking about for some time. I go to work for my dad on Monday. I get to ride public transportation (which I have a strange and unhealthy love for). I get to design a logo and poke at parking meters and maybe build stuff. I can't wait.
The other day Emily and I were in the car on the way to Sam Flax to buy mat board. A song came on the radio that I hadn't heard since like fifth grade or so and I commented on that fact and wondered aloud who the artist was. Emily said, "I dunno, I think it's like, maybe Fastball or something? I'm not sure." The song ended and the DJ was like "That was Fastball, with..." whatever the hell the song was called. So I was like, "Emily, you were exactly right, and it's like you pretended not to know who they were, like you were kind of unsure about the band name, you know? 'Well, I'm not really sure, but I think it might be Fastball?' And meanwhile you've got five Fastball CDs in the pocket of your door and like, a Fastball poster taped up in the back of your closet behind your clothes where you can look at it every day but no one else will know." We were both laughing hysterically, because that's what we do, and it's now become something of a running joke between us. Probably one of my favorites. Yesterday she and I were watching "Step It Up and Dance" with Kyle on Bravo and making fun of Elizabeth Berkeley because she kind of sucks. Kyle was defending her and all of a sudden Emily goes, "Listen to Kyle! He's like, 'Guys. Seriously, she's like kind of ok, right? I mean, I don't think she's that bad. She's kind of hot.' And suddenly a bunch of Elizabeth Berkeley trading cards fall out of his pocket."