Year, Year! For am to tell a tale of myself, and as everyone knows, I am terribly interesting. This year, I am going to resolve to not get any worse. That doesn't seem to hard, righ-WRONG! I've been able to hold up my grades (at an A level), so I intend to continue to do so, but now things are really challenging. Even more so than in the middle school of privacy. I intend to keep on being a generally good person, and continue to take taekwondo. Mayhap I will receive my black belt this summer. That seems to be a legitimate resolution. I also intend to keep on living, eating, sleeping, and trucking. And working. When I look to the future, I see work. Work so that I can do more work later, to open up work opportunities. Workception. That's why I stopped looking to the future. That's why I seem short-sighted. I do not like what the future looks like. It's ugly. So I don't want to look at it anymore. I'll just keep on truckin'. I'm not entirely certain what that means.
Bonus supah secret awesome chocolaty fudge yummy message:
My original resolution was to not make any false promises. But I broke it by making it.
