There is something to be said for those people that are ambitious, driven, and take their lives and their circumstances and mold everything producing impressive results. I think that this type of person is epitomized when Kerouac decided that the only people for him were the mad ones. These roman candles have lives that explode fabulously across the night sky. They do everything that they've ever wanted to do. Copy-cats. I am taking life into my own hands. Below you will find things that I will do, things that will happen, and changes that will take place. Push has come to shove. And not a moment too late.
A new direction necessitates a change in academics. No more and no longer will I push music away. It's time to embrace my abilities and turn them into those roman candles--they'll become firecrackers to me that can't help but explode. Welcome to my life Music Minor! I'm glad you finally made it.
My career as an essayist needs to take a backseat to my career as a wedding planner. Hello, harried fiancees! I've been waiting for you! My penchant for traveling will be realized without sacrificing $10,000 on a study abroad. Hello Sicilian beachhouse! I'll be seeing you!
My roommates and I will find a delightful house with cheaper rent and better landlords. This house will be close to campus and my room will be big enough for my bed. Hello working fireplaces! You'll never know how much I really love you.
There's a definitive positive energy, almost tangible, that comes from making statements about your life that will happen because you're going to make them happen. It's having those rose-colored glasses, but also the dedication and knowledge that you don't have to take them off. Life can happen exactly as you planned it. Dear important and wonderfully idealistic realizations: Stick Around. I'm Lovin' You!
I will make the most out of every dollar I earn. Saving your money is not lame. It proves I'm not impulsive and have the ability to wait for the things I really want. To my anxiously-anticipated tax refund: Not Even Tempted. My iPod is fine. And changing the songs on it every week because it's only a 4gig doesn't bother me in the slightest.
Diet Coke, darling. You're not going anywhere.
M&M Jar in my Room...we might need to talk.
Exercise, exercise! Everyone can benefit from movin' and shakin'. Therefore, yoga class? You're safe. More than just yoga class? I'm working on it. But to that dumb little machine that pulled an unknown yet highly useful muscle in my leg: you're so out!
I've really enjoyed cooking at home recently. I've decided to make a better and bigger effort towards healthy eating, which is why the M&M jar might need to be ousted. Sorry room visitors! Sorry late-night munchies!
It would be smart to resolve to try harder in school. All right, all right. British Literary History, Part 2- I'll start with you. Your big, scary Midterm is coming up, and rather than scoff at that part of my To-Do list, I will open my books, remember my lectures, and get an A. Just for you, Brit Lit. Just for you.
Dear Wardmembers, I will practice my Hymns. Just because I caught one of you sneering at me when I messed up the Bass line and I got embarassed and felt bad for screwing up your front-row, really-loud singing for the girl seated next to you. In the blue tie. With the brown hair. Jerk. (Just kidding. But seriously. Don't Look at Me.)
Dear Cold Feet, I will warm you up soon. Spring is just around the corner and you can finally wear those flats you wore the other day without seriously regretting your choice after walking outside for two minutes. Dear 48 degree weather: Stop fooling me into thinking you're warm.
Dear Anemia, I will get you under control. I've been trying so much harder this week! Get ready to donate some plasma. I need groceries.
Dear Italy. I will come! Lower your expenses and I'll love you forever.
Dear Rationality, I will do it!