- write for a paper at U of T. or even - gasp - START a paper. one with mostly graphics. one with weird and wacky campus fashion. one with articles and quips about the oddities of life. one with pop-culture anthologies. one with my best fran Julia. okay, we'll see. but how sick does that sound? pretty sick, amirite?
- sing in O-Scat again. and do as many gigs as possible. because performing is the juice of life when you're me and being in a jazz a capella group can only make this easier.
- participate in one fitness class per day. either at the Y or Hart House. Amanda is the best Hart House instructor, for all y'alls who were wondering. peppy aerobics remixes of '50s hits and boundless energy is what you can expect. pros: i get to shower regularly which, let's face it, i really wouldn't otherwise. cons: none.
- wake up early enough to practice 45-60 minutes of jazz piano/voice leading daily before whatever class (this is so real. i need to do this in order to fulfill my destiny). continue biweekly lessons with Teri and bite the fucking 60 dollar bullet.
- environmental fashion show at Vic. i thrift anyways, right?
- having a half-decent website for my line of weird greeting cards, activationsynthesistheoryofdreams
- running air bnb occasionally to pay for piano lessons
- swing every saturday!
- plan summer school in the city and a semester abroad (hopefully a French-speaking country/city) to complete interesting English courses to go towards my major
- take on one long swim instructional shift per week because money and also kids are really fucking cute and i'm not having any for a loooooong time
- having a half-decent website for my line of weird greeting cards, activationsynthesistheoryofdreams
- running air bnb occasionally to pay for piano lessons
- swing every saturday!
- plan summer school in the city and a semester abroad (hopefully a French-speaking country/city) to complete interesting English courses to go towards my major
- take on one long swim instructional shift per week because money and also kids are really fucking cute and i'm not having any for a loooooong time
- going to therapy weekly because that's the only way i'm surviving this life.
okay. getting my life in order? check. getting fit as hell and feeling great? check. maybe possibly maintaining my relationships? check. school? um... check.
yeah.
oh god, i'm obnoxious.
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