resolution

I rang in the new year at my grandma's house reading old issues of Allure, I kid you not. At midnight I was reading a cheat sheet on applying blush in this bedroom that my grandma has for me for when I sleep over at her house. I just don't like celebrating New Year's. I really don't know why. It's absurd, I know.

Afterwards, around 12:30 or so, I stopped reading and just lied in bed assessing my life and thinking about my resolutions. Here are some:

1. Get fit and healthy. I used to be really overweight, so this has been a recurring resolution for a while. Maybe like three or four years. It's working though, I've lost 25 pounds total. I hope to continue this losing streak.
2. Be more environmentally conscious. Self-explanatory.
3. Try to be more open to people. Another self-explanatory recurring resolution that I can never conquer.
4. Be serious. About filmmaking and scriptwriting, I mean. I have the tools, I'm just too lazy to use them.

That's about it. I might come up with some more. It helps to write (in my case, type) them all out. It feels like a commitment in a way.

I've cleaned up my room. It's so awesome. It's never looked so good. I have a ton of these photographs I took all on display and everything. I like showing them off, especially to myself (haha).

recently played: "jesus of suburbia..." by green day and yann tiersen live ("c'etait ici")

recently read: loads of Allure magazines, "A Knight in Shining Armor" by Jude Deveraux, and starting "Amelie in Love" by Henri Troyat (a lovely and thoughtful Christmas present from my friend, Blue)