- Fix my roots and dye my hair again. While I did like the pink, I'd like to have a blue streak this time. Also, while I enjoyed the brown-based black we picked out, I'd rather have a blue-black for my hair this time. It looks better in the long run, I think.
- Get my nose pierced. I've wanted this done for a long time, and I think it's one of the few facial piercings that one can get away with in the work world. Also, it's very feminine if one wears it right.
- Get a tattoo on my wrist. For the last year or so, I've wanted a small tattoo on my wrist--small enough that it could be covered by a watch band--reading "Let It Be." This is not only because I've found a great deal of comfort in the Beatles song of the same name, but also because I really feel like it could function as a helpful personal reminder. I could really use one of those right now.
- See Marianas Trench in concert. This process is already begun, as I've purchased tickets for their February show in Columbus. Needless to say because of the incessant mentions, I'm excited.
- Write something of value. Short story, essay, poem, I don't really care. Lately, my writing has been stagnating. This is not a great thing for a girl that's just switched to an English major. Just sayin'.
- Get a vehicle. Of course, this is contingent on a job, a settlement, or both, but I really need to have a car again. I can't stand being dependent on the kindness of others for things I ought to be handling for myself at my age.
- Get a job. This is already in the works as well because I've spoken to an individual at my college about tutoring, and she was very excited to see my interest. I'm excited about the prospect of a paycheck.
- Make my apartment slightly homier, even if we will be leaving it eventually. I'd like to be able to walk in and feel like I'm home, even despite the impersonal faux leather furniture and crappy single beds. I need to add some personal touches to make it less of a pit and more pleasing to me.
- Get back into crocheting and knitting. Busy hands for a busier mind.
Perhaps it's childish, but lately I've been plagued by all the things that I want that I don't have. I'm so tired of having nothing, of working my butt off to have nothing to show for it. Being poor is hellish. I realize this is the same old song and dance that I've offered up on numerous occasions, but it's still an issue for me.
As a twist to the positive side of things, I did get my grades back for the semester. I managed to get A's in the classes which I did not withdraw from, allowing me to keep my 4.0 GPA. I've breathed a sigh of relief, of course, because I was pretty worried about my nutrition grade. It wasn't a difficult class, but our professor was from Mars. On the upside, I got my grade, so I don't need to worry about it anymore. I can just decompress for the break and worry about my next semester. (Have I mentioned that I'm a worrier? It's kind of a theme for me.) Hopefully, I can pull it off a second time at Lourdes and keep things in motion for myself.
I just don't want to look back at my college days and say that I didn't do the best that I could possibly do. If I'm going to be in debt for, essentially, the better part of my life, I might as well make it worth it. I suppose I equate that with a high GPA, but it could be worse. At least I'm not wasting my time or my money.
At any rate, these "goals"--if one should be so inclined to call them that--will be worked on!
