Last year, I posted a bunch of New Year's Resolutions that I swore would be manageable to accomplish. I've been delaying posting my resolutions this year because it just didn't feel right to make new resolutions without assessing how well I'd managed to follow my resolutions from last year.
However, I can't find my resolutions from last year, even though I posted them on my blog for all the world to see. You loyal readers out there know that I moved my blog from my old site around April. In the process, I never finished transferring all of my posts from the old site to the new site, but I thought I'd at least saved those posts on my hard drive. Ooops.
Still, I'm going to try to piece together what I can remember from last year's resolutions, followed by an update:
Learn to like beans. I have to admit that beans still aren't my favorite. I'll eat refried beans, but it's still really hard to eat any other kind. Basically, I still hate them.
Vacuum. Solved. I moved into a house with hardwood floors.
Don't date ugly. I think there was some sort of dating resolution, and I'm pretty sure it had something to do with dating someone who was not unattractive. Done.
Turn 25. That apparently happens whether you resolve it to or not.
Okay, that's all I can remember. Because I don't plan on moving again, here are my resolutions for this year, and I plan on holding myself to them:
Fall less. I seriously fall, bump, scrape, or cut myself at an average of once a week. I'm not sure how to learn not to be a klutz, but if it can be done...
Wear pants. Pretty self-explanatory. This is a failure of mine.
Don't fail out of law school. I would love to graduate. Preferably with the grades I currently have, and not D's. I would also like not to be kicked out for "indiscretionary behavior," but I suppose beggars can't be choosers.
Stop being so melodramatic. For example, see previous resolution.
Eat less. Hahahaha. Yeah, right.
Turn 25. Because 26 just sounds so...old.
Again, I've set the bar pretty low on 2005, but I've found that failing to meet my own expectations does nothing for my self-esteem.
I mean, hating beans after trying so hard to like them -- well, it really does a number on a girl's outlook on life.
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