First, an update!
As Rachel mentioned, she and I are both starting new jobs in the coming weeks. (I believe hers starts this week, actually –– good luck, Rachel! We love you! GO BE AWESOME.) Mine — at our alma mater! woo! — starts in ten days and in seven, I’ll actually be moving out of my parents’ house to crash with Rachel and her roommates. Yes: until I find a place of my own, Rachel’s IKEA couch will serve as HRHF World Headquarters. I have almost as many feelings about this as there are cats in the children’s book I Live With 500 Cats!, a product my coworker found in our stationery department.
Fine. You called my bluff. Though I have feelings about all these changes, they number well under 500.
Mostly, I believe that 2011 is going to be way, way better than 2010, and I’m not saying that solely because on New Year’s Day, when I opened the freezer to get English muffins for breakfast, I found an auspicious pair of Cinnabons instead.
New Year’s resolutions for 2011, Year of the Fuck Yeah:
1. Blog more/apologize less (for not blogging). Srsly. Also, apologize less in general. It’s a habit ingrained from being geeky and anxious in elementary school that still, at the age of 23, gives me the shine of an elementary schoolgirl.
2. Finish [redacted], the project I started for NaNoWriMo. I’m not shooting for another Water for Elephants here, but completing the first draft would be nice. And the second, and seventy-fifth. On a related note, submit to more litmags.
3. Indulge in my athletic side. For Christmas, to my surprise, I was given a Wii with Wii Fit! Insert emoticon here. I Wii-boxed so hard over Christmas that I injured my shoulder. Re: Wii Fit, I’m going to yoga the crap out of it. Oh, and Rachel? Prepare to be trounced in bowling. At the very least, prepare to be trash-talked.
4. Cook more/cook different foods.
What resolutions do you fine gents and gentleladies have?