Last year, after being hired at the farm, I devised a list of things I wanted to accomplish in 2006. This list stayed constant all year – without any alterations.
My goals for 2006 (dated: November 25, 2005)
01. Pay off credit card (Accomplished)
02. Pay off Europe credit card (Accomplished, but then I used it again)
03. Fix ipod (Accomplished, but then I broke it again)
04. Fix digital camera (Sent it to the Philippines, bought a new one)
05. Buy a new laptop (Upgraded desktop and bought a new monitor)
06. Get braces (Accomplished)
07. Grow out all of my dyed hair (Accomplished)
08. Save money for a trip to Japan (Accomplished)
09. Save money for a trip to the UK (Accomplished)
10. Stay at job for one full year (Accomplished)
My goals for 2007 (dated December 22, 2006)
01. Pay off Europe credit card, again (Accomplished 2/17/07)
02. Pay off braces by April/May
03. Finish interior improvements to parent's house
04. Make exterior improvements to parent's house
05. Decide: stay at the farm and buy a car or go to grad school
06. Save money for a trip
07. Grow long and healthy hair
08. Enroll to teach Sunday School
09. Finish Old Testament of Bible
10. Lose weight to fit into bridesmaid dress
11. Purchase digital SLR
12. Go to a taping of the Ellen DeGeneres show
13. Donate [big] to a charity
Friday, December 22, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Outdated Song
99% of the time, I'm alright with the way things worked out. Then there's that one percent - that 5 minutes and 10 seconds of Cannonball, when I'm like - damn.
You, the roaring tide.
Me, the message in a bottle.
A part of me will always long to float in your abyss;
And recount the times you’ve pulled me under
The foam of your embrace.
With each passing breath I float, far and far away;
From the darkest depths of your center,
The loudest rumble of your roar.
But the bit of you that’s seeped inside me will always be there;
And there it will stay;
With feelings tattooed on a badly beaten surface;
Reminiscent of the time
When I wanted you
To sweep me away - forever.
You, the roaring tide.
Me, the message in a bottle.
A part of me will always long to float in your abyss;
And recount the times you’ve pulled me under
The foam of your embrace.
With each passing breath I float, far and far away;
From the darkest depths of your center,
The loudest rumble of your roar.
But the bit of you that’s seeped inside me will always be there;
And there it will stay;
With feelings tattooed on a badly beaten surface;
Reminiscent of the time
When I wanted you
To sweep me away - forever.
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
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