To The New Year

New Year's Resolutions. I never make them. Ever. In fact, New Year's Eve is one of my least favorite days in the entire year because on that day, and the week leading up to that day, every news station rolls footage of every big headline news story of the year, many of which make you go "Oh yeah, I remember that!" and point your finger to the TV screen, nodding along.

Meanwhile, during the duration of these montages, you find yourself doing one of two things. You're either quietly musing to yourself, "...what did I do this year? Seriously now, in terms of advancing and evolving as a human being or at the bare minimum, maturing enough to cut down my fart jokes. Uh yeah. I'm not remembering much...little help here brain?"

Or you're trapped in the second option, the worst one, the one that knows precisely what you didn't do or what you did and gave up on or what you procrastinated on until it literally became 15 seconds to 12am on the eve of the new year and by George, if you still didn't do it or have a basic outline prepared yet. This is when your brain bitches you out hardcore, "See? I told you 2011 was looming and you still didn't open your own bakery yet! What if next year your credit score falls to pieces and you can't get the loan? Do you realize your parents will have been right THE ENTIRE TIME?? You can't let that happen!"

Thus, to relieve our minds of the stress of not being incredibly successful at 25 and to save our remaining brain cells from death by too many glasses of Moet Chandon, eureka! The resolution is born!

We resolve to be better people. No longer will that extra slice of chocolate mousse cake land accidentally in our mouths! Instead of buying hilarious dirty joke books at the bookstore, we will donate the money to charities. The good kind that support the children. Our grades will be higher, our pants will fit looser, we'll talk to our family members regularly (all of them, even our cousins), and our ability to listen and absorb all of our friends' stories about their girlfriends/boyfriends/hook ups/single life will be fully listened to and not zoned out after the first 6 minutes. Maybe we won't be perfect, but you know what? There's always next year to resolve for perfection. This year is just a test run.

With the image of how I spent some of the more outstanding New Year's Eve's in my mind's eye (most of these follow Number 2 Scenario up there), I decided to make some resolutions for next year.

And for the most part, I truly intend on keeping them.



Paying Down My Debt

I'm going to keep this one pretty vague and nondescript since money is not something I'm ever comfortable discussing, but all you need to know is I graduated from college and I'm in the grips of one evil wench by the name of Madam Sallie Mae. Personally I'd love to see her go the way of Fannie Mae, but alas, the government has decided to not make it so.



Hair Style Change

It's either going to be short and bedhead sexy like Marion Cotillard.



Or stay long and get styled and dyed red like Rita Hayworth.

I'm such a wuss when it comes to major hair changes. If I get my hair done like either one of these vixens, it's going to call for hardcore pictures to be taken and placed everywhere I blog.



To Be Lucky in Love

With love, this is not just a reference to physical relationships. When I define Love, I think of a feeling that absorbs your entire being and takes you with it on the ride. It's scary and sure all at once. Love can be with wonderful people, with beautiful memories, with good melodies and soft fabric, etc.

I just hope to fall in love repeatedly this coming year. Just not too much. I really can't risk screwing up the debt resolution up there.



Moving On

I'm getting the moving bug again...

This time next year, I hope to be in one of two places. New York City, if not for the fact that much of my career path leads there. Plus I need to log in some East Coast adventures in my life.

But mostly, I'm finger crossing for this one:




London.

I want to live in the land of a million great accents, live in a flat, and get a work permit to work in the Queen Mother's country (because I've been working since I was 11 and won't stop no matter what oceans or time zones I cross). It's a journey that will resemble that memoir "Eat Pray Love" only my version will be known as "Kiss Kiss Kiss", chronicling makeout sessions with British guys all over the UK from one very strange, but very likable protagonist.

Yeah, I know you'd all read it.



Please let me know if any of you are making resolutions and if so, what are they?

Until then, cheers (an early cheers!) to the New Year!

Love to you all,
Heather