Ah, the new year is around the corner. A new day holds a new month and a new year.
We've got to adjust ourselves from writing 2008 to 2009 on all of our checks or homework papers.
Some people even go the long way to making a "new years resolution"
Do you?
Well whether or not you believe in them, everyone wants to do better for themselves. I guess it takes a date change to get you going. I wonder if that's why calendars were invented? Or is it just our lazy culture that has encouraged everyone to make new years resolutions..
On a further thought, Where the heck did the word Resolution come from?!
res·o·lu·tion
Well from that, it doesn't even seem like the words "New Year's Resolutions" even make much sense in the way that culture today has decided to put them.
We come to a definite or earnest decision about doing something with the intentions of our actions to being RESOLUTE and intend to do it with firm determination.
When really, it's just a silly list of crap we want to make ourselves better, but we don't do them -- or rather we don't feel like trying.
Just another day, for some people.
If you want do do something -- do it.
My dad wanted to quit smoking one year and he lacked the determination to do it on New Years...So he did it on Super Bowl Day. He almost wanted to wait until next year!!
Aye. Just do something.
Which leads me to my next point.
My "New Years Resolution" deals with feet.
Yup, Feet.
I want healthy feet, which leads to healthy posture, which leads to healthy everything.
How do I do that?
Well I already started.
I researched and read. I googled for hours!
I figured out that the best thing for the job is a nice pair of Birkenstocks.
You know what pushed me to the edge of making this decision??
My arches are falling. I've never been in so much pain in my life. I know that my brother has to wear those retarded inserts in his shoes and he dies if he doesn't.
>.<>.< Which I did. But regardless -- My shoes were always 2 sizes too small. My clothes never fit me right. But I got used to it.
I turned around and got the right size and mentally changed myself on the spot. I'm going to do this for me. Not for anyone else. These shoes are an investment in myself. I'm not a little kid anymore. I gotta do what I gotta do and buy the right stuff.
Along with that mentality came other things.
***You know, resolutions are hardcore...I resolve to have better feet, therefore I grow up.***
I decided to go through my clothes today.
I retired a garbage bag full of clothes.
Those clothes you KNOW you're never going to wear again.
They don't fit me in the shoulders Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
They've got silly pictures on it Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
Those socks don't match Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
I haven't worn that shirt in 7 years, I don't care who gave it to me Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
Yes..I need to argue with her about stuff that doesn't fit me anymore. It sucks. I'm not a size small or medium anymore. I'm 20 and I don't need a kid's shirt that has Snuffy on it.
Along with that, I have "Resolved" not to buy anymore stupid clothes.
I mean "Girly" clothes with stupid words on it.
If I buy a shirt, it better be a regular "grown-up" shirt. Solid or decorative. If it has a print on it, it'd better be good. No words. REMEMBER THAT STEPHERS! I don't care if it has words on it. And I don't care how funny of a shirt it is. No matter what the slogan. Mental reminder. Keep telling yourself that it doesn't matter.
Remind yourself to google it and save a jpg of it...if it really makes you that happy.
If it DOES have a print on it, it'd better be worth wearing.
My last print shirt that I got is this:
And yes, it is worth wearing.
But it probably will be the last "random" print shirt that I get. O.O I got it for Christmas. So shh.
AND ALONG WITH THAT RESOLUTION!! Comes another!!!
NO MORE SILLY SOCKS!
That's it, Stepher. No more silly socks. None for you.
I don't care if they're a dollar.
Spend a dollar and a quarter and get plain socks.
I don't want socks that have pumpkins on them worn all year round.
Or silly froggies.
Or those damned socks that can only fit on an 8 year old's foot with Mr. Owl from the tootsie pop commercial. You don't need them. They're bright yellow with red swirls and dots.
You don't OWN anything yellow!
Let alone, you wear some pretty plain, vanilla clothes. Your socks don't need to be extravagent.
Keep it simple from now on.
But not too simple, those are a waste of money too. They don't fit your feet either. You know, those white socks you got from when the guy at your dad's work sells socks. They're for Men's feet? Did you even know that before you bought a zillion pairs? They're white and the heel of the sock comes up to your mid-calf. Can we remember that low price sometimes means low quality?
Yup, I'll remember.
Promise.
They're in the donation bag now.
I bought new socks.
And I washed them.
And lost one.
HOW DO THEY DO THAT?! It's like..Those socks go on an adventure with my feet. They're good friends, ya know? Then when they get washed, someone's feelings get hurt and one sock kills the other and hides the evidence. Now that they all look the same, I can't find the culprit.
Oh silly life.
Well anyways.
To sum it all up,
I got new shoes.
My feet feel better.
I have good socks now.
I lost one.
I got rid of tons of clothes.
I won't buy any more silly shirts.
OH ONE LAST RESOLUTION!!
I need pants.
XD IS that really a resolution?
I suppose.
In a way.
Well...My resolution with that is DON'T GET YOUR NEW PANTS DIRTY!
All of your pants are not to be played in.
Don't get pastels, paints, oil, grease, marker, silica, crayon, pen or ANYTHING ELSE YUCKY ON THEM!
You can do that with your jeans.
That's what they're meant for.
I had 1 pair of cruddy jeans and 5 pairs of nice pants.
Now I have 2 pairs of nice pants and the rest are just a huge mess.
Repeat after me:
Pants are not napkins.
Pants are not a canvas.
Pants are not a place to test if your marker works.
Pants are not where you draw what your heart desires.
Pants are not places you stab things in.
Pants are only so thick - you will bleed if you stab yourself.
Blood is hard to remove.
Pants are not hankies, rags, dusters, or anything that may follow.
If I buy some new pairs, you need to promise me you won't get these yucky.
Ok, I promise.
There, done.
See? Resolutions done!
=D
We've got to adjust ourselves from writing 2008 to 2009 on all of our checks or homework papers.
Some people even go the long way to making a "new years resolution"
Do you?
Well whether or not you believe in them, everyone wants to do better for themselves. I guess it takes a date change to get you going. I wonder if that's why calendars were invented? Or is it just our lazy culture that has encouraged everyone to make new years resolutions..
On a further thought, Where the heck did the word Resolution come from?!
res·o·lu·tion
| (rěz'ə-lōō'shən) Pronunciation Key n.
|
Well from that, it doesn't even seem like the words "New Year's Resolutions" even make much sense in the way that culture today has decided to put them.
We come to a definite or earnest decision about doing something with the intentions of our actions to being RESOLUTE and intend to do it with firm determination.
When really, it's just a silly list of crap we want to make ourselves better, but we don't do them -- or rather we don't feel like trying.
Just another day, for some people.
If you want do do something -- do it.
My dad wanted to quit smoking one year and he lacked the determination to do it on New Years...So he did it on Super Bowl Day. He almost wanted to wait until next year!!
Aye. Just do something.
Which leads me to my next point.
My "New Years Resolution" deals with feet.
Yup, Feet.
I want healthy feet, which leads to healthy posture, which leads to healthy everything.
How do I do that?
Well I already started.
I researched and read. I googled for hours!
I figured out that the best thing for the job is a nice pair of Birkenstocks.
You know what pushed me to the edge of making this decision??
My arches are falling. I've never been in so much pain in my life. I know that my brother has to wear those retarded inserts in his shoes and he dies if he doesn't.
>.<>.< Which I did. But regardless -- My shoes were always 2 sizes too small. My clothes never fit me right. But I got used to it.
I turned around and got the right size and mentally changed myself on the spot. I'm going to do this for me. Not for anyone else. These shoes are an investment in myself. I'm not a little kid anymore. I gotta do what I gotta do and buy the right stuff.
Along with that mentality came other things.
***You know, resolutions are hardcore...I resolve to have better feet, therefore I grow up.***
I decided to go through my clothes today.
I retired a garbage bag full of clothes.
Those clothes you KNOW you're never going to wear again.
They don't fit me in the shoulders Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
They've got silly pictures on it Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
Those socks don't match Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
I haven't worn that shirt in 7 years, I don't care who gave it to me Ma -- I'm getting rid of it.
Yes..I need to argue with her about stuff that doesn't fit me anymore. It sucks. I'm not a size small or medium anymore. I'm 20 and I don't need a kid's shirt that has Snuffy on it.
Along with that, I have "Resolved" not to buy anymore stupid clothes.
I mean "Girly" clothes with stupid words on it.
If I buy a shirt, it better be a regular "grown-up" shirt. Solid or decorative. If it has a print on it, it'd better be good. No words. REMEMBER THAT STEPHERS! I don't care if it has words on it. And I don't care how funny of a shirt it is. No matter what the slogan. Mental reminder. Keep telling yourself that it doesn't matter.
Remind yourself to google it and save a jpg of it...if it really makes you that happy.
If it DOES have a print on it, it'd better be worth wearing.
My last print shirt that I got is this:
And yes, it is worth wearing.
But it probably will be the last "random" print shirt that I get. O.O I got it for Christmas. So shh.
AND ALONG WITH THAT RESOLUTION!! Comes another!!!
NO MORE SILLY SOCKS!
That's it, Stepher. No more silly socks. None for you.
I don't care if they're a dollar.
Spend a dollar and a quarter and get plain socks.
I don't want socks that have pumpkins on them worn all year round.
Or silly froggies.
Or those damned socks that can only fit on an 8 year old's foot with Mr. Owl from the tootsie pop commercial. You don't need them. They're bright yellow with red swirls and dots.
You don't OWN anything yellow!
Let alone, you wear some pretty plain, vanilla clothes. Your socks don't need to be extravagent.
Keep it simple from now on.
But not too simple, those are a waste of money too. They don't fit your feet either. You know, those white socks you got from when the guy at your dad's work sells socks. They're for Men's feet? Did you even know that before you bought a zillion pairs? They're white and the heel of the sock comes up to your mid-calf. Can we remember that low price sometimes means low quality?
Yup, I'll remember.
Promise.
They're in the donation bag now.
I bought new socks.
And I washed them.
And lost one.
HOW DO THEY DO THAT?! It's like..Those socks go on an adventure with my feet. They're good friends, ya know? Then when they get washed, someone's feelings get hurt and one sock kills the other and hides the evidence. Now that they all look the same, I can't find the culprit.
Oh silly life.
Well anyways.
To sum it all up,
I got new shoes.
My feet feel better.
I have good socks now.
I lost one.
I got rid of tons of clothes.
I won't buy any more silly shirts.
OH ONE LAST RESOLUTION!!
I need pants.
XD IS that really a resolution?
I suppose.
In a way.
Well...My resolution with that is DON'T GET YOUR NEW PANTS DIRTY!
All of your pants are not to be played in.
Don't get pastels, paints, oil, grease, marker, silica, crayon, pen or ANYTHING ELSE YUCKY ON THEM!
You can do that with your jeans.
That's what they're meant for.
I had 1 pair of cruddy jeans and 5 pairs of nice pants.
Now I have 2 pairs of nice pants and the rest are just a huge mess.
Repeat after me:
Pants are not napkins.
Pants are not a canvas.
Pants are not a place to test if your marker works.
Pants are not where you draw what your heart desires.
Pants are not places you stab things in.
Pants are only so thick - you will bleed if you stab yourself.
Blood is hard to remove.
Pants are not hankies, rags, dusters, or anything that may follow.
If I buy some new pairs, you need to promise me you won't get these yucky.
Ok, I promise.
There, done.
See? Resolutions done!
=D
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