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Ugh, Resolutions

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Diet, exercise more, and get skinny? Nah. Been there, done that, I think I’ve peaked, people. I’m over it. I don’t want it as badly as I want cheeseburgers anymore. Sorry ‘bout that future hubby, ya’ shoulda hurried the hell up!

Cuss less? I considered that, but let’s get one damn thing straight—I don’t give a fuck.

Write more? I considered that too, but one blog a month is already getting to be a pain in the ass and the novel needs at least a full summer of attention, so that’ll have to wait.

Something gross and relationship-y? Like “be more open to love” or “stop being so open to love” ha! This could work. But ick. Who wants their resolution to be about boys…doesn’t enough revolve around those bastards already? Let me tell you something ladies, if you haven’t already figured this one out: even the ones that seem nice are disgusting pigs. You just gotta wait for the one whose disgustingness doesn’t make you wanna puke (now that’s a resolution).

Get a tattoo? Clean more? Pay off my loans? Apply to a PHD program? Yawn. I can’t think of anything worthy.

When I was in Sydney for New Years, my friends said that 2013 was the best year of their lives, hands down. That worried me…I mean, I definitely did the most I’ve ever done in one year in 2013, but I’d never say it was my BEST. I spent time in Hawaii, Japan, Thailand, Texas, and Australia. I was published, I got my masters, I got a new job, met new friends…but I feel like I’ve been happier. A long time ago. A year that I hardly traveled anywhere or did anything at all…but I was carefree, I was content without trying to be, without thinking about it at all.

 So I think that’ll be my resolution. To make sure 2014 is my BEST year yet. To make sure that on NYE this year, I can say that without a doubt. Should be easy enough, right?

Aussie Christmas

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That time I peaced out of the country for the holidays. Oh yeah, that’s in two days. This. Is. Happening.

No awkward family Christmas photos, cold nights, or boring days lying around my apartment.

I’m planning on 12 full days of beaches, booze, and other Australian shenanigans.

No disappointing New Year’s Eve this year—not that last year was a total bust—this year I’ll be at Shore Thing watching Skrillex and dancing like a fool in the sand.

Get me outa’ Texas, I’m ready for a tan and a beer and my crazy Aussie friends whom I adore. But seriously, how the hell am I gonna keep up with them? They drink like fish.

 Oh, and I forgot to mention—Christmas Eve in Sydney with a house full of Colombians? Yes please. Badass. Get me there now!

Can I keep going? Boxing Day races in Newcastle the day after Christmas. Horses. Pretty dresses. More drinking. That’s all I need to know.

I want to hold a kuala and pet a kangaroo and find Nemo. In that order.

And I’ll be 17 hours ahead of you guys so I’ll letcha know what 2014 is like 🙂

I’ll be arriving back in the States with style, brown as a graham cracker, and probably hungover as hell on Jan. 2nd.

Short post, I know. But I’m sure I’ll be able to fill out pages when I get back! Until then, friends.

Happy Holidays mate!

P.S. Don’t be surprised if I buy a flat and stay forever… Oh wait, I’m broke, nevermind.

 

 

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