IIISSS MAAHHH BURFFDAY!

Sup, dudes and dudettes. Today is my day of being born. Yay for me. Am I excited? No. Am I happy? Meh. I got a nice little bouquet of fruit from my mom and apparently there's more to come. That's awesome. Got lots of happy birthdays from people on facebook. Totally cool. And, even though he didn't call me at midnight like he said he would, I got the sweetest birthday tweet ever from mah boo thang lol. AND a "happy birthday" from one of theee coolest producers, Dot the Genius, as well as, none other than Kid Cudi himself. [shit, yeah!! ;D]

I even got this little gem from my homie, Tara.

Which is even funnier considering I'm not a big fan of clowns...lol

But, I think that being away from home makes this birthday suck a bit. I don't have anyone physically around me to make me feel all special and whatnot. I'd appreciate a birthday lick or two from a friend or two. It would make me feel better lol. I haven't hugged anyone in forever. It's weird. I'm not that physical of a person, but I can definitely tell the difference, ya know? It's weird. It's not even like, I don't want to be here and would rather be in Chicago for the rest of my life. It's just that the things I've gotten used to and/or miss immensely are back at home, and it's taking me a while to get used to not having any of that here with me every day like it used to be. And it's not like, it's my birthday so I now suddenly I feel crappy about everything. This has been in the back of my mind since like, September. I can usually cope with change pretty quickly, but college is just a really huge switch. So maybe it's taking longer. Or maybe this is the one time I don't have something of comfort nearby to make me feel better about it. Shrruuuggsss.

Well, either way, I'm gonna wear a smile and a party hat, and I'll continue to mind my own business in hopes of not encountering something that will totally bring down my day.

Thanks for the birthday wishes if you gave 'em. I appreciate every one. :)

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Word of the Day: disconsolate [dis-KAHN-suh-lit] adjective: without consolation or comfort; unhappy; in reference to a place or thing, causing or showing a complete lack of comfort; cheerless

Entertainment Weekly: Robot Unicorn Attack

Let me start off by apologizing for slacking on the posting. I dunno what's been on my mind lately, but I just haven't gotten around to posting every day like I should. My bad.

Welp. Today's weekly entertainment post will be about a game I was introduced to last night: Robot Unicorn Attack. I do believe the game was originally created for the Adult Swim game site, but Facebook got ahold of it, and that's where I found it. The game is a simple two-key game. Press Z to make the unicorn jump, X to charge, and Z a second time for a double jump. So easy, yet so epically addicting.

There are two versions of the game, the original versions where everything is pink and purple and covered in rainbows, and the heavy metal version with heavy metal and fire and the color red and spikes and metal and that sort of thing. Both versions are practically the same, save for the actual design and color scheme aspect of it.

And, just like most Facebook games, Robot Unicorn Attack is addictive as SHIT, and is likely to start a new game craze.

Also, if you haven't heard the news, Facebook is adding Oregon Trail as well as Carmen Sandiego to its list of games. These two games in addition to R.U.A. will certainly ruin my GPA. *knocks on wood* Check it out. It's fun.

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Word of the Day: cacoethes [kak-oh-EE-theez] noun: an irresistible urge; mania.

P.S. My birthday is Monday. I'm partying tonight. Might not post tomorrow. Yuuup!

Legit Healthy. For Real. I Promise...

This is me totally moving on from the absurdity and frustration and awkward tension caused by that last post. *Deep breath* and we're done.

Today, for some reason I've been in a pretty good mood. Twice today, I actually declared my want to befriend new people. I've been in fairly high spirits, and, I gotta say, I kinda like it. It might have had something to do with the fact that I worked out today. If there's anything I've learned from watching Legally Blonde as much as I have, it's that exercising "boosts your endorphins, and endorphins make you happy!" [Oh, Reese Witherspoon.] Here's a few reasons why exercising can be awesome and can cause you to be as happy as a lawyer that dresses in pink that carries around a gay chihuahua. [Yes, I really liked the movie, what of it?]

♥ Exercise will "bring you into a totally new world and can forever positively transform your life."

♥ Exercise will tone your body. Therefore you will begin to feel better about the way you look.

♥ The brain chemistry changes while you are working out leading to feeling calm.

♥ You will feel a sense of accomplishment after each time you exercise leading to improved self-esteem.

♥ Exercise can be a healthy means of distracting yourself from your emotional pain. [That is, assuming you're sad..] Exercise can also be a means to face your emotional pain because the increased confidence will allow you to deal with internal traumas in a bold, self-assured manner.

♥ Exercise by itself is known to improve depression and anxiety. [endorphins, y'all!]

♥ Exercise has been proven to make you smarter. Therefore you will develop the skills you need to let go of your emotional pain and discover genuine happiness.

[thanks, exploringwomanhood.com!]

And from this day, I have concluded that I will make it a habit to hit the rec center as often as possible. I've already set up a schedule for myself. I'm excited. I think more people should be excited about working it out instead of looking at it like a chore. Make it a fun adventure; buddy up, make an awesome playlist, set a goal for yourself [work on that beach bod, ow ow!] and look forward to it instead of dreading it. You don't even have to do it every day. In fact, experts recommend giving yourself a couple of days off every week so you don't do too much.

Also, remember, getting in shape doesn't always just mean working up a sweat every day. Diet is a huge part of it all, too. But, I'll save that for another post. Happy sweating, everybody. ;D

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Word of the Day: dharna [DAHR-nuh] noun: In India, the practice of exacting justice or compliance with a just demand b y sitting and fasting at the doorstep of an offender until death or until the demand is granted.

[uhhh...what?]

P.S.

RANDOM: Read this article. It's kinda funny, I think. Chicago man gets fired for wearing Packers tie. Smh.

People.

If I would have known that that last post [which was not totally real, btw.....] would have started such a ridiculous uproar, I would not have done it. It was an experiment to see how many people I actually know read this blog. And now I know. But, I didn't discover this the way I wanted to. Instead of people coming to me like, "orly?" or "girl, that's nasty, you shouldn't have said that." I got a whole "secretive reading" in which NO ONE intended to say anything to me about it, but instead laughed and screamed and giggled amongst themselves.

All I have to say about that is, if you're reading my blog with the intention of finding something negative to say or laugh at, don't bother reading my blog. Especially if you're not going to say something directly to me. And if you do say something to me, don't be rude.

That's all for today, children.

How Healthy is "Too Healthy"?

***WARNING. THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT GENERAL HEALTH. IT CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT THAT YOU PROBABLY DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW ABOUT. SO DON'T READ THIS IF YOU'RE SQUEAMISH.***

Yes, kiddos, I'll be talking about sex. So, once again, if you can't handle it or don't want to know about it, turn back now. Last chance..lol. If you're wondering why I'm even talking about this, I'm considering being a sex columnist [maybe. no conclusion jumping, please.] , so I have to learn to be comfortable with discussing such things with the public lol. Sorry!

So, during one of my random thinking adventures, I got to thinking about my pretty awesome relationship and what makes it so awesome. Long story short, I realized we have a pretty healthy sex life. And that's awesome. In all those magazines and girly blogs that actually touch on such topics, I always see and hear about how having a healthy sex life is so good in a relationship. Like, if the sex is boring, there's a chance you'll get bored with the relationship, and, sometimes, that leads to bad things. But the healthy sex life is fun and exciting and makes you proud to put your name on it, etc. But when does it go too far? When is it "too healthy" so to speak?

Like, some people would probably say, the healthier the better. But not everyone can handle that all the time. The dweeb and I live in two different states, so, naturally, we miss each other. In more ways than one. And we make that known, like, every day. Should that really be an every day topic? Or maybe we're just that open with each other that we can let each other know these things. Like, he tells me about his urges and such probably as much as he lets me know he's hungry. Also, the magazines and the random advice giving people of the media and such encourage doing "fun" things in public places. Well...... I won't talk about that. I'll just say, I think we're doing something right. I won't go into detail about the conversations we have on the phone either because I know discomfort may be caused....lol but I'll just say they're pretty descriptive. To the point where I have been labeled a nympho.......?

I'm about to be 19. This is around the prime time for us young folk to be getting it on. Pardon my terminology... But it's a natural thing that our bodies, and even the law nowadays, encourage us to do. But, if we do it every chance we get, do we have a problem? Are we overly-sex craved teenagers? If so, is there like an off button we can push to make it stop? Or maybe this is normal. I'm honestly lost. And then, when we get older, what if we crash like after a sugar high? What if it's all good great now and, when we get older, all the excitement goes kaput? I don't know if I'm worried about that or if I'm worried about things getting stale early or what it is... But it's weird. It's AWESOME. But it's weird.

But I know this is an iffy topic for a lot of people, and I know opinions may vary, so I don't expect input. Unless I start a debate, that'll be fun. :D

*****NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS POST AND DISREGARDED MY WARNING AND YOU STILL WOUND UP MENTALLY DISTURBED OR FELT OFFENDED, I HAVE NO SYMPATHY FOR YOU. I TOLD YOU.*****

But, anywhoo, today makes 11 months. Yay us! ^_^ lol.

Word of the Day: paphian [PEY-fee-uhn] adjective.: 1) of or pertaining to love, esp. illicit physical love. 2) of or pertaining to Paphos, an ancient city of Cyprus sacred to Aphrodite. 3) noting or pertaining to Aphrodite or to her worship or service.

[Sidenote: Aphrodite was the goddess of love. In case you weren't aware. ;D]

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Also, regrettably, I must inform the public that I was in fact wrong, and we did not beat the Packers yesterday. And so I have decided I'm not watching the damn super bowl. However, I am STILL a Bears fan through and through, I still bleed orange and blue. Say something if you will. As always, it's just my opinion. :P

Clarification

So. Two things I'm gonna talk about today.

1) Let me clear up what I was saying on Friday, since somehow what I was saying was misconstrued and turned around to make me look like a bad person. [Still don't understand how I became a hypocrite in all of this, but. Who cares...]

I didn't go to anybody looking for sympathy. Where I come from, if something like this happens to someone, you're supposed to at least give your condolences, and if you see someone upset, usually you ask what's wrong. I didn't expect this from anyone, because I don't expect anyone to do anything. I just thought it was a little strange that absolutely no one said anything. Also, it'd be different if I was upset and the only people who knew would be the few people that are actually physically witnessing my presence and I didn't say anything regarding what was wrong with me. But I did. And I wasn't mad that no one said anything. I just thought at least one person would say something. But you know what, they didn't. And I got over it. Matter of fact, within a few hours, I was feeling much better. I took a nap, talked to a couple of people and watched some cartoons, and I was fine. I didn't hold it against anybody. But, apparently, that's still selfish and

pathetic and, somehow, hypocritical. I know some people have not experienced death like some have, so they wouldn't know how to handle these situations. I also know some people look at things differently. So, to whomever decided to call me selfish and pathetic, I'm sorry you feel that way. But I don't think I am. Also, I wish you didn't leave an anonymous comment. If I actually know you, don't hide behind the shade of the internet, come to me please. And, regarding the internet, I wasn't using media outlets to do anything but announce a death. People do it all the time. In no way did I say, pay attention to me, give me sympathy because I'm sad about this. All I said was my cousin died. This was the only place I said anything about people saying anything to me. And I posted it in the midst of being upset. So forgive me if you didn't understand where I was coming from. But I think "pathetic" is a little harsh. Unless you have something personal against me.. Now, I'm done with that. On to the good shit.

2) DA BEARS. Today, we play the Green Bay Packers. What I meant to say was today is the day we BEAT the Green Bay Packers. We haven't won a super bowl since '85, so, let's do it. Bear Down. Let's go, Chicago.

And I'm done. lol

Word of the Day: homograph [HOM-uh-graf] noun.: a word of the same written form as another but of different meaning, whether pronounced the same way or not.

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Entertainment Weekly: Silent Hill

I have decided that every Saturday, I'm going to post about something entertainment-related, just to fill up my Entertainment category. I need a break from being so passionate about everything, so to speak, and therefore, every Saturday I will talk about something less serious.

Today, I'm going to talk a little about Silent Hill: Shattered Memories. During the break, I finished playing the game (the Wii edition, in case anyone was wondering). For a while, I had pushed the game to the side because I had progressed pretty far into the game, and, somehow, the Wii turned off and I lost my game. Sad. Face. Over break, in the midst of boredom and spending time in my warm living room instead of my cold basement bedroom, I decided I would get to playing SH again. It took me approximately seven hours to finish two thirds of the game. It wasn't that long at all. Overall, it was a decent gaming experience.

***WARNING. THIS POST CONTAINS HELLA SPOILERS. IF YOU ACTUALLY PLAN ON PLAYING THIS SOMEDAY, BE AWARE THAT I REVEAL A WHOLE LOT.***

When I began the game, it flashed a quick "psychology warning," that I still haven't read all the way through. But the one thing I caught from it was "This game plays you as much as you play it." Or something along those lines. That freaked me out. Especially considering I started playing on a rainy day when the windows decided to start fogging up for no reason. [Probably another reason I stopped playing it for so long..] But what makes it so psychological, I guess, is the fact that, depending on how you play the game or answer questions posed by the psychologist that you encounter throughout the game, determines the type of person you supposedly are, which determines the ending of your game. When I figured this out [thanks gamefaqs.com ;D], I thought it was pretty cool. Starting out, I thought the game would be super scary for no apparent reason and I would pee my pants at any given moment. Honestly, the only truly freaky parts were the "nightmare" scenes, in which everything turns to ice and these disfigured figures chase you until you get to your destination. They scream, they jump out of nowhere, and you can't really do anything about it. The only way to survive it is to run the right way and shake them off quickly when they jump on you.

I think what tripped me out the most about this game was the fact that you play as the character Harry, who spends the entire time searching around for his daughter. At random times during his search, the player finds itself in therapy with a psychologist that has a bountiful liquor collection and lots of questions to ask about your personality. It's safe to assume that the person in therapy is Harry, right? Come to find out, the therapy patient is Harry's daughter, Cheryl, and the game was about Harry traveling through the memories in Cheryl's head. Harry died in the car crash in which he couldn't find Cheryl, but you don't realize that until Cheryl is seen 18 years later and is trying to portray Harry as a hero, but you learn that Harry isn't all he's cracked up to be. In terms of how scary the game is, like I said, the worst it got was the nightmare scenes where you're running from monsters you can't get rid of; there are also parts where you have to take pictures with Harry's camera phone when you come across a "ghost" which are basically images burned into Cheryl's memory. The only freaky thing about those is the fact that taking a picture causes a loud noise that sends a text message or voicemail to Harry's phone that tells a story about that ghost. The ghosts aren't that bad; they're just immobile images of people that you can only see clearly through the phone. The scariest one was the kid that hung himself in the storage area of the high school. Or the restaurant.. They're in the same area, I don't remember which one he was in lol.

Basically, if you have a Wii and the chance to play this game, play it. It's not that scary. Sometimes, it's kinda funny. It's a pretty decent play. The most annoying thing would probably be all the static that happens throughout the game. In certain instances, Harry's phone gets loud and full of static, even though he's not even on it. The static gets louder when you approach certain things, and it won't go away unless you approach it the right way.

That's all I have to talk about. I might reveal all the surprises of the game if I keep going. :P

This is the ending I got. Throughout the game, I was supposedly a sexual person, but I got the ending that happens when you are a supposed "family person," I guess. [Scroll down and stop the music before you watch this, unless you already did.] Stop it at the 5 minute mark. Enjoy that.

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Truisms: 50 Random Facts About Myself

1.) I hate to be wrong.

2.) I hate to be told about myself.

3.) I don't like when people are rude.

4.) I don't like inconsiderate people.

5.) I don't like sometime-y people.

6.) I don't like when others make false assumptions.

7.) I'm not a "people person" like at all. I just generally am not fond of people.

8.) I critique everything, whether it be verbally or in my head. But I don't judge anyone. That is to say, I'll make an observation about something or someone, but I won't be quick to say what kind of a person I think someone is because of what I observe.

9.) People fascinate me, but I don't generally like people in general.

10.) I hate to be told what to do.

11.) I'm a very sarcastic person.

12.) I will never think I'm good enough. I'm my own worst critic.

13.) I make odd noises.

14.) I take everything to heart, even if I shouldn't.

15.) I blame myself for a lot of things, even if I shouldn't.

16.) I find joy in doing random things like writing, taking facebook surveys, playing sudoku and doing other puzzles, taking pictures of myself, etc.

17.) I enjoyed childhood. I'd take it back if I had the chance.

18.) I give everything cultural a chance, mainly music. I listen to any and everything. If it's any good...

19.) I love my friends. No matter how much they get on my nerves, I love them to death and I feel like shit if I ever do anything to upset them.

20.) I give without expecting anything in return, but I'm only generous to people that deserve it.

21.) I've always been spoiled, but, now that I'm old enough to realize it, I try to deny the random things people try to give me.

22.) I'm not very talkative unless I'm talking to someone I'm completely comfortable with and I'm talking about something I'm totally sure about or something I enjoy.

23.) I don't handle sad things very well. Disappointment, rejection, death... All terrible things.

24.) I've actually seen a lot of death..

25.) I'm afraid of some really random things.

26.) There are very few people that I tolerate. If they get on my nerves, I get over it. Anyone else, I tend to drop like a hot potato.

27.) I have slight OCD. It's not legit, but random things need to be a certain way in order for me to be comfortable.

28.) I have a constant need to justify the things I say and do.

29.) I assume the worst in most situations.

30.) The few things in life that I'm really passionate about are music, my relationships with people I truly care about, my personal beliefs, and where I'm going in the future.

31.) I don't believe in organized religion. That's it, that's all.

32.) I get bored very easily.

33.) I need to have something to worry about or else I feel incomplete.

34.) I love Kid Cudi. For so many reasons.

35.) I hate being told one thing and then something different happens. [i.e. don't tell me you're going to call me and then....not.]

36.) I've decided I want to work for GQ when I grow up. For various reasons. The main reason being that I enjoy men's fashion more than I do women's.

37.) I really don't like typical girly things, but I will turn into a total chick in certain situations.

38.) I have a habit of planning pretty far into the future, which is strange considering I don't like to get my hopes up about anything.

39.) I'm not always upset. I just don't always like to be bothered.

40.) I think a lot of people take my lack of talkative-ness as a sign of bitchiness. Which it's not, I just don't have a lot to say.

41.) I don't like to completely rule out people that I don't understand until it's apparent that they don't want me to understand them.

42.) I don't like to be completely ruled out when people don't understand me. I like the people that stick around long enough to try to figure me out.

43.) I haven't even completely figured myself out yet. And I plan on doing it myself. I don't like talking about myself in regards to my deep thoughts and feelings.

44.) There is only one person that I feel comfortable with talking to about these things.. And, even so, I don't always want to tell him everything.

45.) I hold things in because a) I get over things pretty quickly b) I don't like to be told I'm overdramatic, which I'm afraid will happen whenever I say something c) most things I get upset about are pretty stupid anyway.

46.) Music is better therapy for me than actually talking to other people.

47.) It takes a lot to make me actually dislike any one particular person.

48.) I will not make an attempt to like another person unless they give me reason to. Otherwise, I can skip interaction with others. So, if I approach you first or try to hold a legit conversation with you, feel special.

49.) I'm afraid to put too much faith in any relationship. But I can honestly say the relationship I'm in now is probably the best one I've been in.

50.) For a pessimist, I'm pretty optimistic. True story.

"Pleasing everybody is never a responsibility. If they like you for who are, good. If not, its their problem not yours" -- @AverageBlackMan via Twitter

I Could Cope

Today, my 24 year old cousin passed away from a heart attack. I didn't spend too much time with him, but he was such a lovable guy. When I was a kid, I remember him being so nice to me. He was only six years older than me, he was like my first favorite big cousin. I know my mom was very fond of Chris. He was like her favorite little cousin. Like I said, I didn't spend too much time around the guy, but, from what I know, he was doing pretty good. I'm pretty sure he had a daughter. I spent more time with his younger siblings, and I know they have to be devastated. I know his mom is probably even worse. The last time I saw Chris was very brief, but he was still that cousin that I wanted to pay attention to me, to say something like "I remember when you were a baby," and hug me. That was probably a couple of years ago. And now he's gone. This is probably the second time someone in my family has died that I've been close enough to be really sad, the first being my great grandmother. I found out right before my first class today, so I've had to hold it together all day. As I'm writing this, I'm finally letting out what I've been holding in since about 11 something this morning. It hurts to know that someone that young that had things going for him and had people who loved the shit out of him had to pass away so early, and to think of how it hit so many people, and to think that maybe one day I'll be next or maybe his little brother or one of my other cousins. And to think I might have to go home on my birthday weekend for a funeral.

And what kinda upsets me is how I publicly announced that my cousin died, and the only person to say anything to me about it was someone I didn't even know. Am I being selfish for for wanting anyone that I want to care to step forward to show any sympathy? I mean, I'm not the type of person to walk up to someone or start a conversation like "hi, my cousin just died, say something nice to me." I feel like no one really pays that much attention when they should, or rather when I want them to. Either that, or I'm just surrounded by people that don't know how to say anything when I need them to. It's another case of how I always run to other people's rescue, but I usually have to fend for myself. The few times I do actually talk to people while I'm in my feelings, I get called overdramatic, or something's my fault, or the subject gets dropped awfully quick. I just don't know. Maybe Mr. Johnson really was right. For the rest of the day and, maybe, the rest of the weekend, I plan on keeping to myself. I don't really want to talk to anyone unless their offering some type of consolation.

I'm really not as moody as people think. I just don't say much. And I hold stuff in. So when I get upset, I don't want to say anything, because everything that builds up likes to rush out. And that's when the "overdramatics" start. I realize, you can't talk to everybody. I just don't really know who I can talk to sometimes. And sometimes, I don't want to always have to be the one to initiate the conversations. So, yes. I am in a bad mood. No, I'm not mad at anybody. But, if you really care, instead of brushing me off, be observant and try to figure out what the problem could be. That's it, that's all.

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Slaves and Fetuses........?

Former PA Senator, Rick Santorum compared abortion to slavery. Pause. Hold up. What? Yeah. That's what I said. In an interview with CNS News, Santorum discussed his opinions on topics ranging from gay marriage, gay couples adopting, and abortion, the former senator said, in reference to President Obama, that he found it, and I quote, "almost remarkable for a black man to say 'we are gonna decide who are people and who are not people.'" If I know anything about American history, I know about slavery and how slaves were handled. Santorum blatantly mentioned the value of human life in an attempt to make a connection to slavery, making it seem like Obama should relate to people that are "oppressed" and that deserve an equal chance at life. Obama apparently doesn't feel as if an unborn child counts as a human life [to my understanding, at least], which I somewhat agree with. And, at the same time, there's a difference between pro-abortion and pro-choice. Supporting women in making their own decisions with what they want to do with their body is not murder; no one is going around telling women to cut themselves up because they have some sick twisted desire to kill unborn children. But opinions on abortion aren't important right now. What bothers me is how this guy compared it to slavery and the value of human life, and implied that black people should be against abortion because of the similarities that he came up with. Is he saying that all African Americans should be against abortion? Is he saying that a slave's life, which was snatched away from him when he was taken from his home and was sold or even born into slavery, was worth the same as an unborn child, that hasn't even been given life yet? Does a fetus have the same opportunity as a grown, living human being? And why is it so remarkable that a black person has an opinion other than what you believe he should have? Black people have differences in opinions just like everyone else, for their own valid reasons.

I don't think it was a fair comparison that Santorum made and I don't think it was fair for him to say that that was the reason why he felt our African American President shouldn't feel the way he feels about this particular issue.

I guess that's all for now. I've been slacking on the posting, my apologies everyone. Hope everyone had a nice break is ready to get second semester on and poppin'. ;D

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[Info and a clip from the interview can be found here. http://hotlineoncall.nationaljournal.com/archives/2011/01/santorum-plays.php]

Btdubbs, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my wonderful grandma!

Do We Really Need A Resolution?

I've never been really big on New Year's resolutions. I mean, why wait until a new year to change something about yourself that you've been wanting to change for the longest? Why does putting the name "New Year's Resolution" on it make it any easier to change whatever it is? I dunno. It also bothers me a bit that there are so many people that make the same resolutions. Every year. And no one seems to stick to them. It's weird. Here are a few very overused resolutions that people tend not to stick to.

1] Lose weight.

America is a fat place. So we need to keep this one around anyway. But, still. This is probably the most overused and generic resolution I've ever witnessed. No one is ever very specific in the way they want to get this done, they just know they want to do it. It's like they think that waking up every day and taking a deep breath will make them one pound lighter throughout the new year. Child, please. Have a plan. Then, people hardly ever stick to the resolution. Which is why America is still such a fat place.

2] Make more money.

If you're still at the same job doing the same work and working the same hours, chances are you're not getting paid too much more than you were last year. Once again, no one has a plan, they just want it to happen. They just decide to make it happen, without any idea why they want all that extra money or how they're going to get it. And then they get mad when they're broke by the end of the year.

3] Be nicer to people.

I've been seeing this a lot this year. And it's coming from some of the rudest people I know. Excuse me, but, if for the past 18 years you've been a dick, what makes you think you're going to all of a sudden be everyone's best friend? No, hun bun, it doesn't work that way. Especially if you're like me and some of the other people I know, and you just don't tolerate a lot from people. [I, on the other hand, am a sweetheart ;D] It's not possible for anyone to just be a nice person if they weren't before. It will kill them inside and they will relapse. It's possible to pick one rude thing you do and tone it down a bit. But a complete 360 is not in your foreseeable future..

4] Get good grades.

Look here, kids. Before you can get good grades, you have to make sure you're capable of doing the work to get the good grades. Meaning, you can't go into another semester of school with the same attitude you had last semester when you didn't get your ideal GPA. Why don't you start smaller and try to do something like focus more or prioritize or work on stress? I mean, it's cool to want good grades, and it's not necessarily a bad resolution, but, again, it's really general and not something that's just going to happen without you taking multiple steps to get there first. And I honestly thinking making other more specific resolutions could assist in reaching an ultimate goal like this.

I guess that's all I can think of. I mean, they're not bad ideas to have, I just believe setting very broad goals for yourself makes it harder to reach them. And I don't think people are always ready to change themselves, I think they make the resolutions just for the sake of having a list of resolutions for the new year, in which case, they may not even be ready to change themselves. So, basically, I don't support the idea of new year's resolutions. And this is why. But, that's just me.

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