Every year I swear up and down that I am not going to make a New Year's Resolution, and every year I always end up giving in and promising to change something, even if it's something as simple as replacing my contacts every two months, instead of wearing them until they actually rip on my eye. I never did actually keep that particular resolution, because contacts can be expensive, and if I'm cleaning them every night they should last at least until my insurance will cover another replacement set, right?

Last year I vowed to be less of a procrastinator, and I actually managed to improve in that area, which is very surprising since not procrastinating is surely harder than changing contacts more often. Nevertheless, I've become somewhat better at planning.

For some reason I've become unusually aerated about my apartment lately. I just feel that we have way more things than two people, two cats and one puppy should need. Take my stunning collection of really ratty old towels, for example. Certainly, one or two rags are handy to have around, but do I really need a dozen? It's not like I'm washing my car with them or anything. If the Good Lord wanted me to wash my car with my old t-shirts, he wouldn't have given us rain or the local Laser Wash.

I suddenly realized that my parents may be reading this, in which case I would like to say that the above sentence is a joke, and I wash the outside of my car every other day with bottled water and the finest chamois, not to mention the inside, which I keep as squeasky clean as my ladylike language. *shifty eyes*

This year I decided to resolve to be more organized. This entails the following:
1. Not throwing my "pill bills" (my medical receipts/invoices kept for tax purposes) on my desk in an unsightly heap, but rather scanning them and/or putting them into my spreadsheet as soon as they arrive, therefore saving me from that end of the year panic when I realize that I'm missing two months worth of stuff.
2. Doing laundry more regularly so that my clothes don't wrinkle so much that I rewash them rather than iron them.
3. Get an ironing board so that I CAN iron them.
4. Installing shelves.
5. Using the second bedroom/office AS a second bedroom/office. There's a desk in there somewhere, and I'm pretty sure things can go in the drawers as well as on the spare bed.

I figure if I accomplish three of those five goals I'll be doing well, or better than usual at least, and that's something.

I'd also like to at least start a financial plan to finish school, since my last semester was tragically cut short by sudden renal disease. Maybe I can scam earn some financial aid somehow, now that I'm all old and diseased.

I know this seems like a group of rather lofty goals, but I'd like to point out that all of them are very mature and not superficial at all, so I'm very proud of myself. It would be very easy to make my goal "finance liposuction for my cheeks" or "get boob job," but then I'd still have a messy desk and unorganized tax receipts and I'd still be stressed out and cluttered, only I wouldn't have a vaguely potato-shaped face anymore, and I could rest my file folders on my large breasts.

Hrm, actually my second idea is sounding more appealing by the minute. I wonder if having cheekbones and large breasts would help me pay for college? I mean, in some way that wouldn't involve adult film. Maybe I'll think on this. *strokes double chin*