Mercury.

Let's sum up 2006 in one compound word: BULLSHIT.

I've done no good for myself. I can't say I'm any smarter, healthier, richer, more capable, or closer to independence than I was at this point last year. If anything, I'm quite worse off. That's BULLSHIT.

Well, at least I can say I've struck a few things from this list:

Things I have been thinking about spending money on:
* My own Netflix account Thanks, Erich
* That $20 swiveling office chair from Ikea
* A cell phone that I actually likeRazr for Xmas!
* A new iPod Thanks, Mom

And now, a special footnote list on making my room a sanctuary . . .
* Get a new VCR
* Replace my piece-of-crap stereoI might've meant the blue one, but I like the blue one now
* Get that damn tea set!
* Oh man, a fridge.

Some of those things were struck out because they were obtained, and some were just struck out because I don't think they'd be a good idea. Er, well, the fridge is the latter. Anyway, yay for a list with things crossed off.

I also have optimism going into 2007, a lot of hopes invested in it and the potential it carries.

Miracle of miracles, I passed all my classes, even my journalism classes (is a D passing these days?), but I didn't do that well in them. I need to start doing well in school, stop treating it like some bullshit thing I don't have to focus on. It's actually important, pertinent to what I'd like to do in the future. And for me to be doing so poorly and being so lazy is really an insult to my own intelligence, brutal abuse and neglect of my capabilities. It's been so easy for me, and for our generation, to just *know* that we're so smart and capable without showing it. We're letting ourselves go to waste, and that's why the generations above us thinks we're a bunch of imbeciles -- not like the generation after us, who are genuinely stupid.

And I need to start working out. I'm reconsidering the gym membership. I doubt my body can afford another year of simply gaining weight. Not glamorous in the least, my friends. It'll all be for the better, I'm sure, and I'll bitch and moan the whole way but I'll end up happy about my decision later.

And of course, I need to save money. Blah blah blah. Don't go out as much. Eat cheap. Control my food at home. Clip coupons. Conserve gas. Whatever.

I'm going to turn 22 this year. In short, I need to grow the fuck up.

Comments

[Leg over Leg zine]

That whole save money and do better on school, is something I'm sure everyone needs to work on.  I need to stop eating mcdonald's, I swear I'm addicted.  The food sucks, but I can't get enough of it.... This is all I can write, because I bumped my head, and I can't seem to focus on anything.  I hope I didn't get a concusion.