Starting fresh...

Just in case I don't have time to do this tomorrow, I want to make a list of resolutions for 2009. I'm doing it this way so it's in writing--I can't fudge or conveniently"forget" anything I've promised myself to do. Feel free to hold me to these; I'll probably need all the help I can get.

• Eat healthier (no pork or beef, soft drinks, and limited refined sugars to be specific)
• Work out more
• Have my first 4.0 semester
• Learn how to effectively budget and save money
• Call my dad's side of the family more
• Find a job I can see myself growing in
• Think of the positive before the negative
• Look decent daily (e.g. not just throwing on some clothes and slapping my hair in a ponytail everyday)
• Send a secret to Frank from PostSecret
• Go to church every week and pay my tithes regularly
• Adopt an angel from the Salvation Army Angel Tree at Christmas
• Smile more
• Sleep regularly
• Drink more water
• Write in this blog at least once a week
  

I know it's a lot, but I need to do these things; I'm hoping to be a better person in '09--it's time for change.

STRONGER

I feel so much better about myself. I just got off the phone with a guy I used to date, and I finally got some things off my chest that had been burdening me for far too long. I'm not posting the details, but let's just say I said what I needed to say--no disrespect, no name-calling. I hope he finds what he's looking for, and I hope I do as well. But now I know not to settle for any less than the best, because I deserve that much. Here's to a brighter outlook and a stronger me.

Somebody's sleeping in my...living room?

I just got off work and there are two strangers sleeping on the floor of my room. Just so you know, my "room" is Corn's living room (just for the time being--until the dorms reopen). I was very confused and have since been shining my laptop in their general direction in hopes of gaining new insight into their identities. So far, no luck.

I'm not sure whether to go to sleep or not since I'm not too keen on sharing a room with people I don't know. But my fatigue is telling me to suck it up and quick being an idiot; they have to know someone who lives here because they obviously didn't Apparate themselves into the living room just to sleep on the floor. Good night, all.

PS (I had to park my car across the street one of the lots for First Baptist Church--a.k.a. Fort God--because all of the parking spaces next to Corn's house were taken. Pray that my car doesn't get towed.)

Listen...

Sometimes, I just like to listen to the way words sound. If you really take the time to sit and listen to how we say what we say, you'll realize what a symphony human language can be. The way the words slide into and around each other sounds musical. I don't know what made me think of this--I apologize for the random topic. But sometime just listen...you may be pleasantly pleased with what you hear.

Over. It.

I'm the type of girl who thought that I'd be married straight out of high school and start popping out babies as soon as possible (all the while maintaining a svelte figure and 4.0 college GPA). I'm wiser now, though. And I've learned a valuable lesson: MEN. ARE. FOOLS.

My baby Corn and I needed to vent about boys, so we came up with a list to start our healing process. Here it is--

What Boys Are:
stupid
self-centered
selfish
egocentric
lame
dicks
shitfaces
drama
life-suckers
headaches
pains in asses
and overall just...draining

Whew. I feel free.

I love love, don't get me wrong--I'm not a man-hating radical feminist. I love men too (the good ones anyway). But I honestly do not have time for the drama that comes with a relationship. I hope to find one someday, but right now I've got too much going on in my life to worry about it. I find myself wishing that I were in love, that I had a man to share my dreams and life with. But I know that now just isn't the right time for that. I have to graduate and get my career in order before I can really focus on starting a serious relationship. My mom would be so proud to hear me say this--she doesn't want me to get married until I'm 35.

First of all...

So here it is, my first foray into the blogging world. I must admit I was a user of LiveJournal back in the day, but I don't really consider that a "real" blog--I'm not even sure that the word "blog" existed back then.

I called this blog "When keepin' it real goes wrong..." because I keep it really real about 90% of the time. I mean REALLY real. Like, borderline bitch real. And I don't do it to be rude (and you may or may not believe that, but I promise it's true). I do it because I just say what I think--no censor, just me tellin' it like I see it. Some people appreciate that, some don't. I personally am cool either way.

I'm really excited about this whole blog thing. I think this is a great way to remember all the bits and pieces of life that we tend to forget sometimes. It's like...new millenium scrapbooking. Cool.