Awhile ago, I posted a list of things to do in January. It may be almost March, but let's see how those panned out (original explanations in italics):
Find a job. Preferably on campus, though not food service or grounds maintenence. I refuse to entertain the notion of getting another job in retail hell. The perfect job would be computer lab monitor, where I can do homework and have 10 hours a week of T1 access.
Well, this one worked out rather well: I'm actually at work right now, where I do homework and have 10 hours a week of T1 access. How about that. Technically, I work in the Humanities Resource Center and not a computer lab, but all that means is that I have even less to do than I would have had as a computer lab monitor.
Find a pair of jeans I like. For the past five years or so, I've simply been buying the same pair of jeans over and over again. Now Levis has switched in my mind from tolerable mega-corporation to evil mega-corporation, simply by discontinuing 565s. I am fickle, yes indeed. Now I must find a new pair of jeans I like from a tolerable mega-corporation. This time, I'll buy about ten pairs in case they are discontinued.
Sadly, this one still hasn't worked out. Believe me, I tried: at one point during January break, my housemates and I made an excursion to Rosedale mall, where I tried on quite possibly every pair of jeans in the place. Some things just aren't meant to be, I guess.
Find a date. Undoubtedly harder than the previous two, but I tire of the single life. I actually placed a personal ad on Yahoo and have been getting some reponses, but I fear that method of date-procuring has been reduced to mere entertainment for me: I enjoy baiting and subtly insulting moronic married "bi-curious" women far more than is reasonable. I have been in contact with a few interesting people, however, so all is not lost.
Despite its difficulty, I actually managed to pull this one off. One of the afore-mentioned "interesting people" and I emailed back and forth for about a month before we actually went out about 3 weeks ago. We made it past the second date mark by the time she left for a two-week visit to China, and I expect I'll hear from her upon her return any day now.
Work out a lot. Lately I've had the singular desire to be as fit as I possibly can, and my looming block of free time and free access to Macalester's gym seems like a perfect time to do it. I kind of view it as an experiment, to see how much muscle/loss of fat my curvy body shape will allow. I think bodies are interesting: we can stuff ourselves, starve ourselves, shave our heads, pierce and tattoo our skin, build up or destroy our muscles, basically alter our physical beings beyond recognition, but still be fundamentally the same person. We're play-doh, only sentient.
I reverted to slothdom during the actual month of January, but now that school has been in session for a month, I've made room for workouts in my schedule. Lifting weights is especially fun: in just a few weeks I can already see some changes and definition. I think novel is the most apt word- I mean, we accept the fact that our bodies change and grow throughout time, but because it is so gradual we normally can't actually SEE it happening. Lifting speeds up the progress, so I can actually be aware of what's going on.