Congratulations, fellow Stressors. You’ve made it to another calendar year. (So what if I’m a week late. 2014’s not going anywhere anytime soon – unless you’re not reading this in 2014…)
As you can see, I’m back from winter break. I went to Hawaii, spent time with family, and did a bunch of cool stuff that I’m totally not going to talk about here. Instead, what I’m going to bore you with is a rant on… something?
Or we could just have a staring contest.
Some of you, like me, have just started back up on your classes for your winter quarter or semester or whatever system you’re on. If you’re not yet back in classes, cherish your moments of non-academic vacationhood or else I’m going to reach through this screen and bitchslap some sense into you.
Bear with me as I get back into the swing of… actually doing stuff.
2014. Is it going to be a big year? A small year? A Napoleonic year? Hell if I know. I do know that I’ll be turning 21 this year and that’s pretty much about it.
Read at least one unassigned book per month. When classes start, life stops. Leisure time gets replaced by lesion time as I drag my discipline and motivation to study through the dirt behind me. My list of books that I own, but have yet to read keeps growing.
Learn a non-Monty Python song on the ukulele. The uke is something I got on a planned whim a couple months ago. It’s very travel-friendly and it has a lovely timbre, but I tend to plateau quickly when learning something like this without an instructor holding me accountable. Damn my laziness. My YouTube muses are not soaring.
Take a stroll through the gym. No, no, Subconscious, I know what you’re thinking (paradoxically). It’s not like I’m going to be getting on the elliptical or picking up any weights or breaking a sweat. No, no, no, silly. Just a stroll. I am after all paying some hundred dollars in my student fees for the recreation center. Why not take an innocent, sweatless stroll…
Scribble more. This blog has been a good semi-creative outlet. And I’ve found that with activities like NaNoWriMo, I actually do like writing. So maybe I’ll put pen to paper or finger to key more. Maybe.
Figure out what the heck I want to do with my life. Ha. Still kidding.
That wasn’t a rant. But it’s good to be back.
Edit: And oh my goodness, Sherlock is back! (If you haven’t watched it because it’s not available in your area yet, e-mail me and I’ll let you know how to watch it on the BBC website now: email@example.com. Shhhh, you didn’t hear anything from me…)
How were your holidays? Got any new year resolutions or suggestions you know you’re not going to keep?
New Year’s resolutions are destined to never be accomplished. It’s the contrived nature of the whole thing. “Let us begin doing the things we failed to do last year starting on this arbitrary day invented by our civilization. Yippee-ki-yay, mofos. We can do it!”
Yes, the idea of getting things done, trying new things, becoming a new you – they’re all made with good intentions (unless you’re a mentally unbalanced individual with plans to beat your own serial murder spree record). Yeah, we want to lose weight, go somewhere exotic, quit smoking, and change the world, etc., etc. But do we really want to? No, I mean do we really, reallywant to? Let’s be serious. You have a few extra pounds, but you love food (I know I do). You’re sick of your daily routine, but watching reruns of Friends on your comfy couch with a cup of earl grey is damn cozy. You want to quit smoking, but you’ve been doing it for 20 years already – why stop now? And you want to change the world, but the world is a damn large place.
There are always excuses, which is why I was never keen on making new year’s resolutions for myself. I knew they would fail. I knew this because I didn’t really have my heart set on any of them. Plus, New Year’s is a terrible time to be thinking about what you want to do. Just live. Just be. Live and be in the present during New Year’s celebrations. Drink and love and screw around. If you are going to celebrate this arbitrary day, actually celebrate it! There is no difference between January 1st and any other day on our calendars. It’s just 2013. (Suck it, Mayan apocalypse freaks). We are time-obsessed. Yes, it’s good to think about changing. The next step is wanting to change. And then there is actually making the change. So don’t worry; be happy.
I’ve made a lazy list of things that I’ll (maybe) get around to this year (or next year). Who cares if I actually get them done? I don’t. We should never have to do anything we don’t want to do. So here are some things I might want to do before I kick the bucket (or not):
Actually get around to reading the books I buy.The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins, Cows, Pigs, Wars, and Witches: The Riddles of Cultureby Marvin Harris, and The Etymologicon by Mark Forsyth are stacked on my desk. And those were just the books that were delivered last week. I need an intervention. Or I just need to read them. If only there were more hours in the day. (Hey, that reminds me of a new Mitch Albom book I saw at the bookstore the other day. Maybe I’ll get it. Maybe.)
Create a new word – not just open my mouth and spew out some vowels, consonants, and throw in a diphthong for the hell of it. Anyone remember that young adult book Frindleby Andrew Clements? It’s basically about a kid who makes up a new word for a pen: frindle. He sticks it to the man (or the woman – I think it was his cantankerous female teacher) by using the word in assignments. At the end, his teacher has come to respect the kid and sends him a dictionary with the newly added “frindle” in it. Yeah, kinda’ cheesy, but neologism sounds fun! So I want to establish a new word – and I’d like anyone reading to help. I’ll be posting about this new word soon and I’d love for it to gain some legitimacy… But that’s for another post. Moving on-
Play a song other than “Hey There, Delilah” on guitar. I started playing guitar, say, about 3 or 4 years ago. My practicing started out strong and then I plateaued, which I know is natural, but I also found it discouraging. So the only song I can play on that thing with anything approaching good skill is that Plain White T’s song from the radio a few years ago.
Figure out what the heck I want to do with my life. Just kidding. Screw it.
There you have it, a not-so New Year’s resolution suggestion list. Well, I feel accomplished today. Now to go back to watching Grumpy Cat videos.
What are your opinions on New Year’s Resolutions? Got any good ones? Bad ones?
Fears, worries, and screaming pathos of a college drone