It occurs to me that if I don’t start making plans and aggressively pursuing them, I’m not going to get anything done for the rest of my life. Or the weekend. So here goes.
Shit I need to do by Tuesday:
- Get the oil in my car changed
- Make a dentist appointment for a check-up
- Make a gyno appointment to have this raging blister checked out
- Make sure everyone knows that last one was a joke
- Well, half of it was a joke
- Let people guess which half
- Stop getting sidetracked by making stupid jokes
- Finish making my sister a DVD of her wedding photos
- Write FOX a letter condemning their decision to cancel “Arrested Development” and encourage people to visit Save Our Bluths
- Clean out the coat closet so giant roaches will stop living in it
- Buy white acrylic paint, various canvasses, and some decoupage materials for a snazzy gift I plan to make for one of my pals
- Actually start working on all the homemade gifts I’m planning for those few (un)lucky friends and relatives destined to receive them
- Mail out new and improved letter to Bob Glenn, requesting that Sidelines’ new adviser not be a meddling monster with a say over who gets to be editor next
Shit I want to do in the next five years:
- Master html editing
- Visit Italy
- Visit the West Coast
- Take a digital photography class
- Get three short stories or poems published by respected magazines or anthologies
- Go back to school to work toward either master’s degree or secondary bachelor’s in something unrelated to journalism
- Start contributing to my 401(k)
- Learn how to cook
- Make Adobe CS2 — all of it — my bitch … just in time for CS 3, 4, and 5
- Pursue some community volunteer opportunities
- Finish my “novel” and shop it around
- Start and finish that other “novel” I’ve got knocking around in my head
- Celebrate the end of George W. Bush’s presidency like it’s 1999
- Paint my dad a battlefield landscape he’d be proud of and I wouldn’t be ashamed to show to people
- Make a major investment, like buy a car or house
- Buy a house only if I feel like I’ve found a city to call home
- Make some fucking friends wherever I happen to be living
- Make a 10-year plan
Like any good list, this one is bound to be changed, ignored, etc.