Resolutions

I know it’s half-way into the year and some peo­ple think res­o­lu­tions are lame, but I don’t care, I still love them. Even though I for­get them within the first month, I think they’re fun to look back on in a year.

1. Keep in con­tact bet­ter. I’m awful at this. I usu­ally dump my phone in my bag and for­get to check it until I’m set­ting my alarm for the next day. I need to get bet­ter about reply­ing to emails too.
2. Eat bet­ter.
3. Raise a plant.
4. Fix my sites. I’m very dili­gent when it comes to work­ing on sites at work or for other peo­ple. But when it comes to my own sites, I can’t bring myself to cross-browser check or fix bro­ken links.
5. Fix my room. It makes me sad when it’s 9am and sunny out­side, but in my room it looks like it’s 2am and we’re in the mid­dle of a lunar eclipse.
6. Learn how to hold a con­ver­sa­tion. Exam­ples of my excel­lent con­ver­sa­tional skills:

(At the grocery-store check­out, where I bought four bot­tles of wine because you got a free bag.)
Out­go­ing cashier: Hey! Hav­ing a big party tonight?
Me: Umm…no.

(Walk­ing down the street, I spot a co-worker and wave.)
Her: How are you?
Me: Good! What about you?
Her: Good!
Me: Good!
Her: Good!

Yes­ter­day I had din­ner with my friend Ros­alin. When­ever I eat with her I’m guar­an­teed two things: good com­pany and deli­cious food. Ear­lier that week I was kick­ing myself because my class­mate told me about the Final Fan­tasy con­cert a month ago, yet when I went to get tick­ets the week before (I didn’t think he was that pop­u­lar!), they were sold out. They also said there were no standby tick­ets either. After din­ner, I thought I would mosey on over to the venue and try my luck.

It seemed a bit shady at first. I asked the man at the door, who told me to go stand near the garbage cans off to the side and wait, which I did. And the guy who let me in said I could just pay him later since I didn’t have any cash on me. Shady or not, I was so happy I got to see Owen Pal­lett. He was amaz­ing as usual (but, I miss the over­head pro­jec­tor he some­times used for visu­als). And did not make eye con­tact with the audi­ence per usual, which I think is endear­ing. I secretly wish I was an attrac­tive gay gen­tle­man so I could have a shot at win­ning his heart.

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