I'm restless because I've got New York on my mind again and it's making me feel so timid. It's like having a crush on someone so far out of your league that even dreaming about it makes you ache. Then again, I felt the same about Chicago and I've conquered that now, haven't I?

It's a new year and I've got a laundry list of self-improvements I'd like to make. One such improvement was to have a "bedtime" (cute, right?) during the week. I feel like  this will help me manage my time better and help me to stop wasting my mornings. At this point, I'm not even sure that morning exists; lord knows I haven't seen it in so long… Tonight I (miraculously) fell asleep at 9:00pm, which is most likely why I'm awake right now. Plan backfired? You have to start somewhere. So, Sunday through Wednesday, bedtime will be 10:00pm (more realistically 11pm). I know that no one cares about my sleep schedule.

Self-improvement number two is to get a job. I didn't work last semester because somewhere in my head I had this great idea that being social was a full time job and that collecting party invites was far more important than collecting a paycheck. It would have been great if that idea had actually panned out, but sometimes I forget that I am not a trust fund kid. Now I'm not quite broke, but quickly approaching it and have since resolved to find a job. My short term goal is to put an extra grand in my account by the end of spring semester. Save, save, save! The days of designer playthings are over and good riddance to them!

The third thing on my list was to start writing again. I used to always have a notebook on me. I was always scribbling lists and ideas. I hardly even update journals anymore and when I do it's just to complain about something. I want to write more poems and stories and songs. I want to find the courage to share these poems and stories and songs (especially the songs) with someone other than my dog. I don't think my dog even likes me. She never listens.

Theres a whole separate list of things for me to do involving diet and exercise routines, but I won't bore you with that garbage.

In closing, I can tell that this year is going to be a good year. 2008 was good, but 2009 will be better. I promise.

wooooo! happy new years cleavage!

xoxo-Sam G.

ps. this is the exact same post from samgold.tumblr.com, so much apologies if I accidentally made you read it twice!