It’s that time of year again. Time to brush off old photos of all the famous people who died in the past 365 days and remember them as they were… oh wait. That’s not right. It’s actually time for resolutions, and I can’t promise I’ll be any better about sticking to them this year than any other year (if I was ever successful, I’d be a size 2 and have a 4.0 GPA right this very second). But really, for real. I am going to try.

• And to start, one goal is a bit modest. I need to stop worrying so much. This one wasn’t initially on my list, but I realized I should bump it to the top when I was laying in bed last night and was struck by panic. What if the bed collapsed under my weight?! The pups hang out under the bed, and they would be crushed! Because that is a totally rational fear, right? Beds randomly collapsing and squishing Lulu. (Maggie is fast enough to make it out in time, of course.) So I resolve to, at the very least, recognize when I am being irrational. A plane is not going to fall out of the sky and kill me. At least I don’t think it will…
• Eat better. And not just for the vain reason of losing weight. I need to eat healthier foods for their nutritional benefits just as much as their cellulite-fighting properties. Instead of going out to dinner and ordering pasta or a burger, why not get some sushi? Tasty, and it’s good for you too! And although I don’t plan on giving anything up entirely, I want to cut waaaay back on the diet soda and alcohol consumption. I hope I don’t get the shakes…
• Read more. I think this is the goal that is least likely to be accomplished, simply for lack of time. I spend all day every day reading for school. I don’t really have much desire to read in my free time as well. But hello!? Twilight!? It’s all I hear about. I want to swoon and obsess too! And you know what? I realize how pathetic it is that a book aimed at teenage girls it the impetus for this resolution; I’m ok with that. Whatever works, right?
• Care less. At least about what others think. I care too much about what other people think, and it results in nothing but stress. Why should I care if the kid next to me thinks my answer to the professor’s question was dumb? Instead of coming home and replaying the incident in my head for hours on end, why not just let it go? Dude doesn’t give two shits about me. Why do I worry? And who cares if he does think I’m as dumb as a rock?  As of today, NOT ME!
• Blog more. Lucky you.

Happy 2009, bitches!