Is it bad that I have so many accomplishable goals for 2010?
Look, I put down that I wanted to run a marathon for this year.
AND THEN it turns out that there's a
5km run in SAFARI & ZOO in February!
ZOMGWTFBBQ, IT MUST BE FATE!
can someone please go with me even though it's pathetic i need someone to hold my hand through bloody 6.3km? :|
and after I thought of it, I have a lot more bric-a-brac to add:
.Volunteer at an animal shelter.
.Finish the draft of
And Then She Fell and revise it in June holidays
.Start a Book Blog
.Quit Gaiaonline entirely.
.Maybe join the LJ roleplay communities
.Run a 5km marathon!
.Score >20 for all of my persuasive essays
.Score an A2 for E Maths
.Score A1 for Bio! :D Hereditary Genetics! Molecular genetics! I'm in love.
.Finish one fully-inked, water-coloured picture
.Sketch fanart! ALWAYS WANTED TO, NEVER DID.
.Make it to Victoria JC and storm their debate club.
.Always remember to smile.
.Solve the mystery case of SLK
On a completely unrelated note, I'm still on antibiotics and will continue to be for the rest of January. Little green tablets, oblong and plasticky, they're kind of cute and apparently they're going to fix me. It's weird and really kind of psycho, but I actually quite like being on medication. Not like Panadol or anything, but like medicating away minor illnesses? I like full-course antibiotics mainly because I have an excuse to keep medicating after the illness is mostly gone away. Not to sound crazy, but they make me feel like I'm fixing myself. Everything. The bad attitude, the pretentiousness, the fake smiles and the pessimism: really truly everything. I won't lie, it's a nice feeling, that you're trying to fix yourself.
Pity it doesn't work.
And before I go? Here's a quote from
Skinny by Ibi Kaslik:
I have so many things to say to her I can't even get the order straight. I want to ask her: why did you spin so far out when there isn't even that far to go in this bastard world?
At night, when the house is dark and I can't sleep, I pray for her body to grow strong. I pray for her soul to stand straight up, for the end of her nightmares. I pray even though I'm past praying. I call on Jesus even through he never calls on me.
Quobe by Holly Vasco, younger sister of Giselle, daughter of Tesla.