.*.
Remember that time when I truly believed I could kick my junk food habit?
AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA HA HA HA HA HA
HA HA
HAAA HAAA HA
Ok, but fo reals.
(~Thinks back to long ago [yesterday] when one whimsically indulges [it was planned] in a tiny apple roll [it was large, it was a turnover, it was filled to the brim and over with cream] and sighs in contemplated heavenly bliss [it was a burp, it was the most sinful thing around, there was no bliss, only monstrous regret])
And because of this, I have a newfound burst of energy that I will use to tackle these old and dusty goals I made almost two years ago! ^_^ ** ^_^ High five, me! Way to go! ..[It's actually a sugar high, and crashing down will happen sometime in abouuuuuut four minutes]
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THE LIST
# Run everyday- whether a light jog, full on pelt because the fear of numb toes propels you forwards into a hyperventilating frenzy, or just a casual walk in some fancy attire to attract the male gaze. Just exercise it and do it outside where the wind blows and the sun shines and the energy is nigh. (And avoid the 'attracting of the male gaze' on account of that you are currently taken. ... Yes. Remember this. (Although, if the male gaze really is attracted to my sweaty uncoordinated leg movements, undignified flapping of track pants, rhythmic ponytail swinging into face and annoyed grapple of Ipod to change song because I'm too lazy to update workout playlist, well! Who am I to refuse?!))
~~This happened! And then promptly stopped, so I will need to come up with some plan to get back into the swing, and then actually Get Back Into The Swing.
# Do ten push ups and ten sit ups everyday. Record this if you feel necessary and post on instagram or facebook. But mostly instagram. Actually avoid facebook. You know too many people on there. Actually, avoid posting it anywhere at all. Evidence of this atrocity does not need to exist.
~~ Jesus Christ this NEVER happened!! LMAO. YOLO. CHIPSFORLIFE #NEEDMAHSALTZ
# Drink two bottles of water a day. This is hard! The urge to pee is uncomfortable and at times inappropriate, but the water still has to be consumed to get all that brain matter working! The vibes must be happy and moist!
~Yes. In all seriousness, you feel 100 per cent ready to take on the world when you're hydrated. Consistently hydrated. None of this: two bottles in five hours then two days of nothing but coffee and wine nonsense. Or in my case: two hours of three glasses of water and then two days of five coffees each. THIS MUST END. HYDRATION WILL COMMENCE.
~~ You literally DO feel 100%. Past me rocks! So wise! Amazing hair! All the thin! (I'm becoming quite the chub these days, and I do not approve) I believe there was a time last year where I felt faint 83.24 per cent of the time because of 'who needs that much water? SCOFF!' And it really sucked. So, apparently I was that person.
This past week actually (in the ol January of 2018) (I forgot the blog posts have dates on them LOL) I have found the healing properties of cold water. I haven't tasted cold water, except in bottles bought from the store, since five years ago, and it has to end. ALSO, buying water has to end. Why buy water? When it comes free, clean, and delicious from a tap?? COME ON GIRLFRIEND.
# Eat more fruit and vegetables and avoid preservatives. This is the hardest thing to do ever when it comes to health. I'm sure. When shopping previously for only healthy, natural foods, I came home with fruit, vegetables, frozen vegetables, oats, eggs, nuts and bread. A day later I was like 'TWISTIES! MY LOVE! WHERE FORT ART THOU???' and I raced down to pick up my love, along with a tub of ice cream and some yoghurt, as well as some rice crackers and a dip of choice, some muesli bars, frozen quiche, a container of fruit juice and some peanut butter.
Eat 80/20. That's all I will say. And let the 20 be once a week. For myself, I'd like to go back to the old days when my grandparents were alive and try to eat like them because the people in the movies and posters back (even though in movies and posters) had different body shapes compared with us today. I feel as though they had more respect for food and belongings as well.
~I'd like to make a shopping list, stick to it every week, get the financials in order, and make the whole shopping experience a routine down pat.
~~ Bros, we ALL know this did not happen. Not in the slightest. I bought muesli bars? Shit me.
# Finish watching tv shows. These include, Gilmore Girls, Supernatural and Grey's Anatomy. Gilmore Girls will be easy because I'm halfway through season six and there are only seven seasons. Grey's Anatomy I'm only up to season four and there are twelve seasons! Supernatural I'm at season one. So. Yes.
Do that.
~~ THIS HAPPENED. HOLY FUCK. SO!! I have literally finished Gilmore Girls and watched the whole 'A Year in the Life' which shit me off to no end because Rory was a dickwipe who had sex with Logan even though HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND. Can I say it again, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE YOUTH TODAY. If I ever found out my son had done that I would SLAP HIS BITCH FACE. I'm pretty sure he never told his gf, because they were always sneakily sluttin around, although maybe I'm mistaken, but I remember feeling revolted and annoyed that this lovely Rory who I had admired was now this whore who messed her whole life up, so I'm assuming that I felt that way because of their secrecy. Total respect for consensual open relationships. Peace to you.
And! I have struggled my way through season two of Supernatural, which was ok from memory, and then pushed ever-faithfully on through season three, which gave me nightmares but I persevered, and then bounced happily into season four! I think it's because Castiel finally came in, so I had actual eye candy, like PHWOAR, you can rock a trench coat you amazing weirdo, get in my pants.
However, Grey's Anatomy became really depressing and a lot of the main characters died or were involved in misfortune. I got up to season 5 and thought, ummmm, nahhhh. But I would like to go back and watch it in an intermittent fashion.
So that was fun!
Nowadays, I have Netflix, (THANKS BAE! 💖) and I have religiously watched Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt on repeat, up to current ep of The Good Place, and am just getting into Arrested Development.
Other series I want to watch include: The End of the fucking world, Black Mirror, Don't trust the B in apartment 23, The IT crowd, Stranger Things, Schitt$ Creek, the US The Office, Extras, Gypsy, Peaky Blinders, Bates Motel, Getting On, Sense8, Dance Academy, East Siders, and Call the midwife... just to name a few.
# Continue with my children's book. Now when I say continue, I mean sort out a story board for each page, work out illustrations, size, take to editor/publisher, etc, and get the whole ball rolling. Become famous! Take over the world, somehow, with books for children! Wear a tiara! Fly! Command someone to build a skyscraper of myself in a dressing gown and carrying a coffee cup, hair ruffled, squinty-eyed, stained slippers, maybe half a yawn, in memory of how I am and what it takes to be brilliant such as me! Even though I will still be alive.
~~ This also never happened! I do have a passion for creating silly tales that pretty much only children resonate with, but for some reason I just keep the draft copy and lug it all over my room to put in various spots when I do a clean out. Must get on this!
# Continue with my novel. Yes, I have a novel. It is in progress, and has been for about eight years, which I think is natural for a novel. The theme is fantasy and in my head I have planned most of the story, the ending, beginnings and interweaving of the five characters lives, and on paper I have written the characters profiles and parts of scenes. However, as with age comes adultness. I have adulted. I am now without such time for spontaneous writings and drawings, and as much as this saddens me, I declare sorrowfully that study and work have become a big part of my life at the present. Nursing does not allow for fantasies. It is a degree of study, preparation, facts, planning, and responsibilities. But aside from this, I would like to look over it whenever I feel slightly bored or wandering thoughts, to remember and perhaps get back into it again.
~~ Well nursing can suck my ass, because I quit! But not because of this novel. I just became really tired of helping everyone else except me, and one day I was driving in my car and I thought 'I don't even LIKE nursing. I hate going there! It takes up too much of my time, I'm always stressed about assignments and lack of money and getting a freakin car park in their tiny 'matchbox' sized carpark for 2,000 students. Why am I doing this? I don't even want to BE a nurse. I want to take people's blood, steal it away, store it in my underground lab, and experiment on people while I start my own super-race.' It took a lot of effort and a lot of deciding and moaning and crying and feeling like a fat losery failure and a disappointment to everyone at my job, my family, my friends, everyone except myself, because inside I was actually a bit numb. LOL. But I was. I had pulled my inner spirit up to be this 'nurse' person, acting, thinking, trying my hardest to be that person, and feeling dumb because obviously I was the entire opposite of this person. So it felt like someone had ripped out a piece of me. As well as having other parts ripped out of me, and the whole process was hard, tiring, and no point at all.
However, I DID look over my novel last year, and I actually wrote out a few notes and got stuck into the characters, which made me realise how fucked up they really are. I love them all, but they just break my heart because I already know what happens, I know their lives and the troubles they go through, and to be honest, it's just to be loved or fit in or find happiness. Of course, when I was writing this years ago I had no idea. But now, looking at it through fresh, grown-up eyes, I can see that this novel is going to be a bitch to write. It's going to take all my self-control not to get wholly enveloped to the point of drowning, just to reach deep into my little chasm of feelings and take out each one so they can be examined and blown up 1000x its size.
It's going to be a burst of creation, and I'm not sure how I will handle it.
# Continue with my fairy drawings. You must do this woman! There is no greater magic on this earth, I believe, than creating. As true love is a thing hard to find, I am skeptical. I believe few people find it. So that magic is rare. But creating anything, whether it be cakes, furniture, clothes, paintings, movies, etc, involves imagination and ideas, determination to work through the difficult parts, and a will to make it all come about in the end. I personally always feel so content when I'm drawing fairies. I feel as though I have purpose in life, even if I'm just creating a lamely drawn person with no hands.
~Do what makes you come alive! You will spread the magic!
~ This is actually really, very, extremely hard to do. I think about it often. I admire the artists I see and I realise I don't have to be the greatest. However, the INTERNET has completely taken over my brain. Yes, I'm blaming YOU, Internet, because I read somewhere that manufacturers make the mobile phone in such a way that when you look at it, you release endorphins. I am not okay with that. I demand you give ALL of my happy cells back to me, thank you and good day!
# Buy more clothes. I don't like shopping in general and for a long time I was saving up to buy a house. As I have recently made my dream come true by purchasing a house, I believe I can now spend some money on clothes. This means nice clothes! A jacket would be nice, for one! Seeing as how I left my last one in a pub! Amen.
~~ One good of the many about Bae is that I am forced to buy feminine, pretty, almost sexual, clothes. Thanks Bae! I open my wardrobe with the same ol 'hmmm, what to wear to the bfs house? Welp! I have nothing!'
Bag, Keys, Wallet, and we are out to shop!
But not really! That's not how it goes! Ahhaa, it's more of a grumbling reluctance, even if I do wish to appear vaguely mysterious and woman-like.
I did buy a jacket though, and it was expensive, and it looks reasonable. I approve in a general sense or not having a strong feeling of disapproval.
# Learn French, Japanese and German. The urge for German has probably passed for now, though, and Japanese is a meh one, but French would be delightful. This means actually putting languages on your Ipod and listening to them, actually saying them, doing this daily and regardless of people listening. Talking to people in your newfound language. Ordering food in the foreign tongue and confusing the wait staff. YOU CAN DO THIS. YOU WILL RULE.
~Maybe you shouldn't have had that last coffee?
~~ Can I say, that I drive to many places throughout my life, and last year I have driven to possibly many more than that because of my life -- yes...-- and YET! Even though I have two French audios on my ipod in my car, that we have established I spend a great deal of time in, I have not once listened to it.
Not. Once.
# Attempt pottery and play the guitar. Buy the guitar. Enrol in a pot-making course. Wrap it up, lady. This list is too long.
# Start playing volleyball. #Sign up at a martial arts class.
# Continue making jewellery. # Sell jewellery. # Start a jewellery business.
# Continue growing vegetables and fruit. # Upload photos of these fruits and vegetables.
# Finish my Nursing degree and find a job as a nurse who takes blood, such as Clinpath.
# Sew clothes. # Buy a sewing machine. # Do all the sewing. # Continue knitting for the homeless. # Actually finish a blanket to give to the homeless.
~~ I have not done any of these. Let's just call it a day and continue on with a strongass mofo of a coffee to get PUMPT.
I believe I can do a tafe course for blood collection (pathology) waaaaaay cheaper than a nursing degree worth over 30,000, which I can pay for upfront if I save up. This will save me stress, money, time, and the cringe factor every time I think about that hugeass looming hecs fee.
Also, I believe I have done my time of lounging around in bed, eating doritos, and singing Evanescence songs while watching 8 episodes in one day of one tv show.
# Run everyday- whether a light jog, full on pelt because the fear of numb toes propels you forwards into a hyperventilating frenzy, or just a casual walk in some fancy attire to attract the male gaze. Just exercise it and do it outside where the wind blows and the sun shines and the energy is nigh. (And avoid the 'attracting of the male gaze' on account of that you are currently taken. ... Yes. Remember this. (Although, if the male gaze really is attracted to my sweaty uncoordinated leg movements, undignified flapping of track pants, rhythmic ponytail swinging into face and annoyed grapple of Ipod to change song because I'm too lazy to update workout playlist, well! Who am I to refuse?!))
~~This happened! And then promptly stopped, so I will need to come up with some plan to get back into the swing, and then actually Get Back Into The Swing.
# Do ten push ups and ten sit ups everyday. Record this if you feel necessary and post on instagram or facebook. But mostly instagram. Actually avoid facebook. You know too many people on there. Actually, avoid posting it anywhere at all. Evidence of this atrocity does not need to exist.
~~ Jesus Christ this NEVER happened!! LMAO. YOLO. CHIPSFORLIFE #NEEDMAHSALTZ
# Drink two bottles of water a day. This is hard! The urge to pee is uncomfortable and at times inappropriate, but the water still has to be consumed to get all that brain matter working! The vibes must be happy and moist!
~Yes. In all seriousness, you feel 100 per cent ready to take on the world when you're hydrated. Consistently hydrated. None of this: two bottles in five hours then two days of nothing but coffee and wine nonsense. Or in my case: two hours of three glasses of water and then two days of five coffees each. THIS MUST END. HYDRATION WILL COMMENCE.
~~ You literally DO feel 100%. Past me rocks! So wise! Amazing hair! All the thin! (I'm becoming quite the chub these days, and I do not approve) I believe there was a time last year where I felt faint 83.24 per cent of the time because of 'who needs that much water? SCOFF!' And it really sucked. So, apparently I was that person.
This past week actually (in the ol January of 2018) (I forgot the blog posts have dates on them LOL) I have found the healing properties of cold water. I haven't tasted cold water, except in bottles bought from the store, since five years ago, and it has to end. ALSO, buying water has to end. Why buy water? When it comes free, clean, and delicious from a tap?? COME ON GIRLFRIEND.
# Eat more fruit and vegetables and avoid preservatives. This is the hardest thing to do ever when it comes to health. I'm sure. When shopping previously for only healthy, natural foods, I came home with fruit, vegetables, frozen vegetables, oats, eggs, nuts and bread. A day later I was like 'TWISTIES! MY LOVE! WHERE FORT ART THOU???' and I raced down to pick up my love, along with a tub of ice cream and some yoghurt, as well as some rice crackers and a dip of choice, some muesli bars, frozen quiche, a container of fruit juice and some peanut butter.
Eat 80/20. That's all I will say. And let the 20 be once a week. For myself, I'd like to go back to the old days when my grandparents were alive and try to eat like them because the people in the movies and posters back (even though in movies and posters) had different body shapes compared with us today. I feel as though they had more respect for food and belongings as well.
~I'd like to make a shopping list, stick to it every week, get the financials in order, and make the whole shopping experience a routine down pat.
~~ Bros, we ALL know this did not happen. Not in the slightest. I bought muesli bars? Shit me.
# Finish watching tv shows. These include, Gilmore Girls, Supernatural and Grey's Anatomy. Gilmore Girls will be easy because I'm halfway through season six and there are only seven seasons. Grey's Anatomy I'm only up to season four and there are twelve seasons! Supernatural I'm at season one. So. Yes.
Do that.
~~ THIS HAPPENED. HOLY FUCK. SO!! I have literally finished Gilmore Girls and watched the whole 'A Year in the Life' which shit me off to no end because Rory was a dickwipe who had sex with Logan even though HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND. Can I say it again, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE YOUTH TODAY. If I ever found out my son had done that I would SLAP HIS BITCH FACE. I'm pretty sure he never told his gf, because they were always sneakily sluttin around, although maybe I'm mistaken, but I remember feeling revolted and annoyed that this lovely Rory who I had admired was now this whore who messed her whole life up, so I'm assuming that I felt that way because of their secrecy. Total respect for consensual open relationships. Peace to you.
And! I have struggled my way through season two of Supernatural, which was ok from memory, and then pushed ever-faithfully on through season three, which gave me nightmares but I persevered, and then bounced happily into season four! I think it's because Castiel finally came in, so I had actual eye candy, like PHWOAR, you can rock a trench coat you amazing weirdo, get in my pants.
However, Grey's Anatomy became really depressing and a lot of the main characters died or were involved in misfortune. I got up to season 5 and thought, ummmm, nahhhh. But I would like to go back and watch it in an intermittent fashion.
So that was fun!
Nowadays, I have Netflix, (THANKS BAE! 💖) and I have religiously watched Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt on repeat, up to current ep of The Good Place, and am just getting into Arrested Development.
Other series I want to watch include: The End of the fucking world, Black Mirror, Don't trust the B in apartment 23, The IT crowd, Stranger Things, Schitt$ Creek, the US The Office, Extras, Gypsy, Peaky Blinders, Bates Motel, Getting On, Sense8, Dance Academy, East Siders, and Call the midwife... just to name a few.
# Continue with my children's book. Now when I say continue, I mean sort out a story board for each page, work out illustrations, size, take to editor/publisher, etc, and get the whole ball rolling. Become famous! Take over the world, somehow, with books for children! Wear a tiara! Fly! Command someone to build a skyscraper of myself in a dressing gown and carrying a coffee cup, hair ruffled, squinty-eyed, stained slippers, maybe half a yawn, in memory of how I am and what it takes to be brilliant such as me! Even though I will still be alive.
~~ This also never happened! I do have a passion for creating silly tales that pretty much only children resonate with, but for some reason I just keep the draft copy and lug it all over my room to put in various spots when I do a clean out. Must get on this!
# Continue with my novel. Yes, I have a novel. It is in progress, and has been for about eight years, which I think is natural for a novel. The theme is fantasy and in my head I have planned most of the story, the ending, beginnings and interweaving of the five characters lives, and on paper I have written the characters profiles and parts of scenes. However, as with age comes adultness. I have adulted. I am now without such time for spontaneous writings and drawings, and as much as this saddens me, I declare sorrowfully that study and work have become a big part of my life at the present. Nursing does not allow for fantasies. It is a degree of study, preparation, facts, planning, and responsibilities. But aside from this, I would like to look over it whenever I feel slightly bored or wandering thoughts, to remember and perhaps get back into it again.
~~ Well nursing can suck my ass, because I quit! But not because of this novel. I just became really tired of helping everyone else except me, and one day I was driving in my car and I thought 'I don't even LIKE nursing. I hate going there! It takes up too much of my time, I'm always stressed about assignments and lack of money and getting a freakin car park in their tiny 'matchbox' sized carpark for 2,000 students. Why am I doing this? I don't even want to BE a nurse. I want to take people's blood, steal it away, store it in my underground lab, and experiment on people while I start my own super-race.' It took a lot of effort and a lot of deciding and moaning and crying and feeling like a fat losery failure and a disappointment to everyone at my job, my family, my friends, everyone except myself, because inside I was actually a bit numb. LOL. But I was. I had pulled my inner spirit up to be this 'nurse' person, acting, thinking, trying my hardest to be that person, and feeling dumb because obviously I was the entire opposite of this person. So it felt like someone had ripped out a piece of me. As well as having other parts ripped out of me, and the whole process was hard, tiring, and no point at all.
However, I DID look over my novel last year, and I actually wrote out a few notes and got stuck into the characters, which made me realise how fucked up they really are. I love them all, but they just break my heart because I already know what happens, I know their lives and the troubles they go through, and to be honest, it's just to be loved or fit in or find happiness. Of course, when I was writing this years ago I had no idea. But now, looking at it through fresh, grown-up eyes, I can see that this novel is going to be a bitch to write. It's going to take all my self-control not to get wholly enveloped to the point of drowning, just to reach deep into my little chasm of feelings and take out each one so they can be examined and blown up 1000x its size.
It's going to be a burst of creation, and I'm not sure how I will handle it.
# Continue with my fairy drawings. You must do this woman! There is no greater magic on this earth, I believe, than creating. As true love is a thing hard to find, I am skeptical. I believe few people find it. So that magic is rare. But creating anything, whether it be cakes, furniture, clothes, paintings, movies, etc, involves imagination and ideas, determination to work through the difficult parts, and a will to make it all come about in the end. I personally always feel so content when I'm drawing fairies. I feel as though I have purpose in life, even if I'm just creating a lamely drawn person with no hands.
~Do what makes you come alive! You will spread the magic!
~ This is actually really, very, extremely hard to do. I think about it often. I admire the artists I see and I realise I don't have to be the greatest. However, the INTERNET has completely taken over my brain. Yes, I'm blaming YOU, Internet, because I read somewhere that manufacturers make the mobile phone in such a way that when you look at it, you release endorphins. I am not okay with that. I demand you give ALL of my happy cells back to me, thank you and good day!
# Buy more clothes. I don't like shopping in general and for a long time I was saving up to buy a house. As I have recently made my dream come true by purchasing a house, I believe I can now spend some money on clothes. This means nice clothes! A jacket would be nice, for one! Seeing as how I left my last one in a pub! Amen.
~~ One good of the many about Bae is that I am forced to buy feminine, pretty, almost sexual, clothes. Thanks Bae! I open my wardrobe with the same ol 'hmmm, what to wear to the bfs house? Welp! I have nothing!'
Bag, Keys, Wallet, and we are out to shop!
But not really! That's not how it goes! Ahhaa, it's more of a grumbling reluctance, even if I do wish to appear vaguely mysterious and woman-like.
I did buy a jacket though, and it was expensive, and it looks reasonable. I approve in a general sense or not having a strong feeling of disapproval.
# Learn French, Japanese and German. The urge for German has probably passed for now, though, and Japanese is a meh one, but French would be delightful. This means actually putting languages on your Ipod and listening to them, actually saying them, doing this daily and regardless of people listening. Talking to people in your newfound language. Ordering food in the foreign tongue and confusing the wait staff. YOU CAN DO THIS. YOU WILL RULE.
~Maybe you shouldn't have had that last coffee?
~~ Can I say, that I drive to many places throughout my life, and last year I have driven to possibly many more than that because of my life -- yes...-- and YET! Even though I have two French audios on my ipod in my car, that we have established I spend a great deal of time in, I have not once listened to it.
Not. Once.
# Attempt pottery and play the guitar. Buy the guitar. Enrol in a pot-making course. Wrap it up, lady. This list is too long.
# Start playing volleyball. #Sign up at a martial arts class.
# Continue making jewellery. # Sell jewellery. # Start a jewellery business.
# Continue growing vegetables and fruit. # Upload photos of these fruits and vegetables.
# Sew clothes. # Buy a sewing machine. # Do all the sewing. # Continue knitting for the homeless. # Actually finish a blanket to give to the homeless.
~~ I have not done any of these. Let's just call it a day and continue on with a strongass mofo of a coffee to get PUMPT.
I believe I can do a tafe course for blood collection (pathology) waaaaaay cheaper than a nursing degree worth over 30,000, which I can pay for upfront if I save up. This will save me stress, money, time, and the cringe factor every time I think about that hugeass looming hecs fee.
Also, I believe I have done my time of lounging around in bed, eating doritos, and singing Evanescence songs while watching 8 episodes in one day of one tv show.
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So!
2018, yes is a year, but also, it's a time. I spent my whole 2017 chillin to such a degree that I put on 5 kilos. I told myself 'it's stress, you deserve to chillaxify with yummy foods and visual stimulation' but also, I told myself that 'I can't be bothered' doing anything.
Life is meant for bothering! If it weren't, why is the very fact of chillaxifying and doing nothing at all so apathetic and depression inducing? You must strive for new heights! Get up and get out! Cut your hair! Get a tattoo! (Yes I DO want another one) You must be all that you can be because life is great and you are young and capable.
You must defy robotism!
I must say, after doing my no spend challenge and OH! I did buy something from Office Works! I splurged a whole 8.95 and bought a little pug dog notepad with sticky notes, and the pug dogs wear top hats and monocles and moustaches like an underground dog mafia boss. Then I had a situation where a tub of cream burst in my car (from nothing I personally did) soaking the whole pug pad, and my handbag, and a bag of clothes, and my car door, and windshield, and steering wheel, and seat cover, and yes. It was a time. It was December of 2017.
ANYWHO.
The two challenges of no spend and no junk that I took part in last year have not changed me in the slightest. I'm still overly frugal with necessities like work shoes or the dentist, and yet generous with all the edible treats one could want whenever one could want. I would never dream of running out on a whim to purchase a whole box of desperately needed plastic sleeves to order the mounting paperwork I have, yet I see no problem in buying three bags of chips to sit and marathon Black Books.
I hope February of this year kicks me in the butt and jumpstarts a whole new level of Cerri Awesome.
Stay tuned!
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Aw bro, you have ALL the challenges and ALL the dreams to do in life. I can relate. But that's one hell of a list! But why not? You can totally do it alllll
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