goals as a general rule don’t work for me. you don’t want to set them cuz if you don’t meet them, well, what then? but as long as i’m playing at being organized and managerial this semester, i may as well try a couple small goals. just to see what happens. my fairy godmothers dropped off a cup of my favorite cereal on my desk this morning; the world feels full of possibility.
so: goals:
— when i am alone in my room, i will not play ten successive games of freecell. rather i will at least strongly consider visiting others.
— i will not panic about my seminar. i came to college to take seminars. remember: if i didn’t like american social history i wouldn’t be majoring in it.
— if infuriated by newspaper piece, i will write a Letter to the Editor, because writing (and sending!) one to the washington post yesterday made me feel quite good.
— i will try not to be cowed by new people or large groups of people or people who are thinner/prettier/smarter/more talented/cooler than i am, because there’s no money in it. besides, *i* have a weblog.
— i will eat less sugar.
— as i declared at the comotion meeting last nite, swigging from the cheap bottle of french wine and crunching harry and david’s caramel-chocolate popcorn, there’re lots of reasons why this semester could be hard or upsetting but fuck it; i intend to have a good time regardless.