this date, this date.
two weeks is all I have left. to make something out of 2005. I'm in a rush to do as much as I can, so that on New Years' Day I can look back and tell myself it wasn't a wasted year. I think instead of making resolutions I should be setting targets. 'Things to be done
before the year ends.' instead of 'Things to do next year.' it just seems more meaningful that way. more specific. I mean, with resolutions I mostly made a list of things I
shouldn't do. like losing my virginity or running away from home. yes some people do resolve to not do that. (and I suppose I cheated, because at the rate I'm going I'll never have to lose my virginity. period.)
I love December. I love how it's all finally coming to an end, all that waiting and screaming, the long days and endless work, the pain. this December has been
especially hankered for. I can't wait to put all this behind me and move on to more exciting things. the problem is, I have no idea where to go next. how do you leave a place not knowing where you'll be after that? and it's making me frustrated, restless. this long break has been generous to a fault. I'm just dying to be moving about, working my ass off and planplanplan.
amazing. I'm like...the Potential Workaholic. I like the name already.
it's really how I am. quote from somewhere Top Secret; "Faa! you must make sure your schedules are planned accurately and the DATES! don't miss out any week in your monthly planning and end up realising that you actually have more time to finish up your work assignments...Mr Sahlan's idea of the MODERN woman...oh do update us on your dates with guys...but you're going to settle down eventually right? I'm sure you will..."
after reading all that I realised two things. 1: my friends like to come up with false hopes that I'll get married one day. you can see how this particular one nervously asked that last question heheh and 2: I'm ALL about the dates.
