you live your life as if it's real

Hey, I just realized, I'm 19.

Okay, I've been 19 for a while now. I even usually remember that. But I had forgotten until just now what I was going to have done by this point in my life.

When I was, oh, I don't know, maybe 10 or 11, I heard or read somewhere that Gordan Korman was published at age 18. (I don't even know if that's true, but this is my memory). I decided that I wouldn't be able to beat him, but I would try and be really close. So I decided I would be an author by the time I was 19. I have this really distinct memory of sitting down and thinking everything out, very serious and very proud of myself for being so reasonable with my goals. (Not that I phrased it in quite those words as a kid, but that's the feeling I remember).

So yeah. I'm 19. Where's my book on the shelves at all the Chapters?  =P

It's weird to look back though, and remember just how far away 19 seemed at the time. That was how old my dance and gymnastics teachers were, and they seemed so old. Now I am 19, and I just feel... really, really, really young.

I'm not going to try and make a new goal for myself to be published by. I'd almost forgotten about this one anyways. I'm just going to keep trying to write every day. Need to finish something before anything can be published.

 2008 is a quarter over already, how did that happen?

In my New Year's Day post, I said 2008 would be a good year. And you know, so far, I'm proving myself right. This feels like a good time to remind myself of that, because March has been sort of shit overall. (March has been sort of shit for just about everyone I know, to varying degrees.) But we're only three months into 2008, and already I've managed to do quite a bit. Submitting "A Thing of Many Facets" is way up there on that list, of course, but in general, I've been doing okay. At least I think so, and that's what matters.

Plus, this term I've really been putting myself into more social situations, and the result is that now I'm being invited to more things, and making a lot more friends. (A Big Deal for someone as shy as I am, or was). I've realized that whatever scares you, for no good reason? That's what you should do. Take the risk. It usually won't turn out to be as scary as you first thought.

So, how am I doing on all my goals and resolutions for 2008?


I hope this optimistic outlook manages to hang on through this coming week... Chaucer essay, here I come.

 So it's 2008.

2007 wasn't so bad. I finished my first year at university, made a whole ton new friends, travelled to Europe, travelled to Alberta, went to Incubus, went to Dir en Grey (seems like a lot longer  ago than almost a year...), joined DII, became more active in CMS, made a whole bunch more new friends, passed the second half of my teacher's exam for dance, supply taught several different classes, took a flexibility class... and a lot more besides. Not in that order. Definitely a good year. (Don't get me wrong, there were some very un-fun times. I haven't forgotten. But I am going to work through those and move on and be stronger for it, so there.)

2008 though, 2008 will be a good year too. My sister told me so. I believe it, too. It feels like it will be a good year. I will make it a good year, dammit. A better year.


I think that's more than enough resolutions. And I will keep them. At least most of them. At least some of them.

Coming soon, a happy fuzzy 'my friends are awesome' post. Cause you are.

Happy 2008, everyone. May the new year bring you love, happiness and health. And everything else you're looking for.