I have always been obsessed with my birthday. It seems like a very self-centered thing with which to be obsessed, but the reason for my fixation is more justified than one might think. It's not about gifts so much as it is a chance to start over. 
I have never been good at keeping New Years resolutions. I feel like it's almost expected that they won't pan out. That's why I feel so lucky my birthday is halfway through the year. Most of the big changes that have happened in my life have come about around this time. I'm a big fan of timing and increments of five so naturally halfway through the year seems to me like the perfect time to give improving myself another go. With my twentieth year quickly drawing to a close, it's time for me to write down what I want to accomplish, in a place where anyone can see to kick my ass into gear and get me going on what I want. 


One. I will return to real school and put my whole heart back into it.
Two. I will not stress over boys. Love happens when it happens. Just like speeding tickets and salmonella, nothing good comes from rushing. I will wait for the man who'll treat me like a princess.
Three. I will maintain my work outs. 21 is too young to start growing wider.
Four. I will have something published by the end of this year. 
Five. I will have my very own IMDB page by the end of this year.
Six. I will break my shopping addiction.
Seven. I will not regress.
Eight. I will not be influenced by others. 
Nine. I will stop missing K. 
Ten. I will get my own place.
Eleven. I will meet new friends.
Twelve. I will volunteer.
Thirteen. I will not cause drama.
Fourteen. I will be more tolerant.
Fifteen. I will be more forgiving.


Twenty was my worst year; there is no doubt in my mind that I can make the rest of my life better from here. The only direction in which I can travel is up. 


Here's to long life and prosperity.