I’m hoping to accomplish this goal. My mom and stepdad are out of town. Most of my friends are prolly the same or busy. I don’t really want to go anywhere with anyone, though, so it really wouldn’t matter even if I did ask. I want to go see a movie by myself. Maybe I’ll see Casion Royale? I still haven’t, and at my closest theater there aren’t too many other movies I’d like to/could see at a reasonable time. But we’ll see on the morrow.
faeriel's Life List
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1. stretch every day
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2. drink more water daily
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3. reduce stress
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4. start running again
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5. get back in shape
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6. get down to 110 pounds
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7. find at least one thing each day that makes me happy and record it everyday for a year
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8. sit up straight
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9. have a flat stomach
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10. only eat when I'm hungry
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11. Notice little things.
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12. stop chewing the inside of my mouth
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13. be smashingly interesting
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14. take one photograph each day as a way to document my life.
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15. Do crazy things to my hair. It's just hair, after all.
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16. go on a road trip with no predetermined destination
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17. renew my driver's license
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18. be more patient
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19. find out what my blood type is
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20. go horseback riding on the beach
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21. write messages on sugar packets in restaurants
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22. Read the Silmarillion
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23. find more running music....suggestions welcome!
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24. read the Song of Ice and Fire series by George R R Martin
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25. create a world where women can walk ANYWHERE, EVERYWHERE
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26. learn how to drive stick-shift
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27. learn the thriller dance routine
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28. read war and peace
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29. Learn how to read tarot cards
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30. make a corset
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31. own a copy of the ONE ring to rule them all
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32. get better at keeping in touch with people who are important to me
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33. figure out where all the people like me are hiding
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34. style my hair
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35. learn how to style hair
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36. clean out the clutter
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37. Post a secret on Postsecret
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38. find myself in a situation where it makes sense and is in fact absolutely necessary to say "frankly my dear, I don't give a damn"
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39. go watch a movie alone
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I hit up the ol’ cheap bookstore today to find a copy and begin…and, whaddya know, no War and Peace. Anna Karenina, some collection of stories, yes. But no War and Peace. I’ll try another place tomorrow and maybe I can get started once I track down a copy.
So, my mom’s a single working mother, which means I was well accustumed to staying in after school care. Well, the latest rave on the playground in first grade happened near the back of the layout where a big cement tunnel lay parallel to the two long bars that V down to mark the end of the swing set. My fellow first grades, by the light of daytime school recess, would stand on that tunnel, and jump, catching a bar in each hand and swinging for a bit before sliding down. Well, yours truly wasn’t as good at it as some others, and was using the after school time to practice. I jumped, and made it to the bars, then gravity took its toll and I hit the ground. I looked over at my right arm once I hit the pebbles to see it had smacked into the bar so hard it was now in an omega shape right before my wrist. That’s when I started screaming, and the after school care lady, an aging woman began to lumber to the back of the playground to fetch me.
She made a sling out of a workbook and someone’s icthy sweater, and I sat there a couple hours waiting before my grandparents could show up to take me to the ER. There, I waited even longer and my mom eventually came. The x-rays hurt like hell, I wasn’t allowed food or drink, and I was in this bed that beeeped every time you breathed, pratically, so I couldn’t sleep or be comfortable. Then the cast itched for months after. My mom cites this incident as why my handwriting is so terrible today; I never learned properly with my right hand when we were learning to write due to the break.
