I haven't really done New Year's resolutions for the past couple of years because I've been doing the 101/1001 thing. But I'm making miserable progress on that, so I should probably come up with something else to do.

On the bright side, in a few days it'll be my two-year anniversary of quitting smoking. Yay me.

So. Resolutions for 2011:

• write 10,000 words a month


• complete assignments before the day before they're due


• read four books a month


• watch two movies a week


• make more friends


• drink more water and less soda


• go three months without being depressed for more than 12 hours at a time


• record one podfic a week

So by the end of the year I'll have written 120,000 words (I can do 10k a month, I did it in November, I can do it every month), I'll have read 48 books (easy), watched 104 movies (doable), recorded 52 podfics (also doable), I will be more social, I will lose a little more weight by not drinking soda, and maybe I'll have like an entire semester of not being depressed. That would be nice. And I will make the attempt to not procrastinate quite as abjectly as I did this past semester, even though I did really well despite doing everything at the last minute.

...or I could do these...



...no, I don't think I could give up rats. Considering I want to sneak one into campus this semester... no.

Yesterday was pretty awesome. We left Maine and I wrote for basically four hours nonstop. 2500 words of original fic no one will read, but it made me feel amazing to have words just flow out of me again. I felt carsick, which doesn't happen a lot, but the awesomeness of writing by far outweighed the unpleasantness of feeling ill.

When I got to Kelly's, Kristin and Amber were already there watching Jeopardy. Julia stayed over last night so the five of us watched TV for a while. Then Dennis arrived with an entourage. By 10:30 Kelly managed something she's been threatening me with our entire friendship: she took me to a bar.

We went to Peabody's for Chug-a-Mug, which is the easiest way to get drunk on a Monday night. Big-ass mugs of beer or mixed drinks for like $3.50. Lacy explained to me why she comes out to bars. I was subjected to music so loud I couldn't tell what it was half the time, did all my communicating by yelling, and somehow-- get this-- I talked up a really attractive guy in a suit. He looked really familiar but I couldn't remember his name. It turned out to be Jeff, the son of my high school French teacher! I was successfully flirting, he went away and then came back, even. I was smitten and probably came off as desperate because then he said he'd come back and he didn't... but while I was waiting a Swiss guy came up to talk to me. He came down from Quebec City to come to Plattsburgh, that's a hell of a drive for Chug-a-Mug. xD By the time I gave up on Jeff (it took a while) Yoann was trying to get me to dance but I felt kind of sick, so I ended up walking back from Peabody's to Kelly's house, alone.

It was really nice to be in a place that I felt safe enough to walk alone at like 2 am on a Monday. And it wasn't a bad walk. It's much colder out now than it was early this morning, weirdly.

So I successfully participated in a social interaction with not one, but two boys I didn't already know. I'm so proud of me, even if I will be kicking myself all week for not getting Jeff's number. (Seriously. A suit with a powder blue tie. He was delicious.)

Today is Kenzie's birthday, so if I leave this house at all it's with the intent to go to Scott and Amanda's to give her a hat.

Last night was sort of unbelievable. I blame my weakness for suits for most of the unbelievability. That, and rum and coke and Sex on the Beach.

Now I am playing with the reflected light off my laptop and Lacy's cat Rocko.