New Year’s Resolutions: more what you’d call “guidelines” than actual rules.

res-o-lu-tion (noun) 1. A firm decision to do or not to do something

I’ve never really been into the whole “New Years Resolution” construct. Sometimes I try and convince myself that a resolution wouldn’t be so bad, but, more often than not, I forget to set one or don’t manage to think of one in time. Last year I convinced myself that I could just set one for the Chinese New Year. (Anything to make me more like Mulan is fine by me.)

So, instead of falling into the chasm of failed resolutions of yore, I’ve decided to set goals. Guidelines, if you will. Every year dawns with promise. Anything can happen. Of course we tend to bank on the positive rather than the negative, but who wouldn’t? Each New Year’s I think, “Molly, this is it. This is the year for me.” And it’s rarely true. I have good years and bad years, but those are rarely measured in the 365 day span from January 1st through December 31st. More often than not it’s gauged from August 28 to May 10th, or whatever the length of my school year may be.

Confession: New Year’s always makes me a little depressed. It’s not the change so much as the divergence from comfortability. The past is my playground. Good memories made even more fantastic by rose-colored glasses. And, as I grow up, each year gets a little more realistic, a little harder to use my imagination, a little more difficult to keep in contact with everyone that I’ve grown up with.

This year is kind of big for me. It marks the beginning of my 3rd decade of my life. I turn 20 this year, y’all! That being said, my goals for this year are fairly simple:

  • have fun! If everything works out, I’ll be able to spend 4 months abroad, finally getting to travel Europe. Although I still have five months of sophomore year left, which I’m really looking forward to (honestly), I cannot wait to spend fall semester in Brighton. This, of course, also includes making 2011 as much of a Levi’s ad as I can.
  • find more me time. I spend a lot of time by myself, but that’s usually just reading or watching tv. I want to rediscover the wonder of spending hours at a time outside like I did as a kid. This shouldn’t be too hard with the nation’s capitol, the shores of Lake Erie, and the South of England as my personal playground. Spending time out of the house (or dorm) will be good for me. I can go to museums, monuments, walk the beach, listen to the hundreds of podcasts and new albums that keep piling up, unlistened to on my iPod, and just keep working on figuring out who I am.
  • finish a writing project (or two or seven). I keep discovering new things to write about that intrigue me, but I haven’t really finished one yet. Knowing that I have the potential to finish these stories, that so far the characters are floundering around, not completely whole actually makes me a little sad. The only thing that pains me more when I’m writing is the moment I discover that I have to kill one of my creations. (I’m still sorry about that, Sven.)
  • rediscover my love for photography. I’ve been taking pictures for as long as I can remember, but I can’t seem to make the time when I’m at school. And then I get depressed that so many people I know have gotten so much better at photography than I once was. I need to buck up and rise to the personal challenge!

That’s all. Really. Well, for now at least. Music-times!

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We Should Vacation in Vancouver

First of all, let me say that I saw this commercial in the lead-up to the Olympic season.

As soon as I saw it, I asked Anne if one day we could go to Vancouver for our Spring Break. It just sounds like fun. There are plenty of reasons to go there. What could possibly be bad about the Great White North? I’ve actually grown quite fond of “America’s Hat” (that one was supplied by Amanda, so don’t look at me like that).

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Anyway, the Olympics are in full swing and we’ve been spending it as you might expect – by watching ice dancing and drinking some Coke*.  It’s not so much that I want to watch, rather it seems to be the only thing on.  Here’s one of the many reasons I can’t stand Ice Dancing: the Russian duo as Australian Aboriginals. (I can’t find you a viable clip, sorry.)

Generally, I like to spend my Winter Olympics watching curling. I can’t help it; it’s just my favorite.  But I only pay attention to men’s. There is no reason behind it; please don’t peg me as sexist or misogynistic. My good friend Stephen Colbert can help me explain.

When I can’t sit down to watch curling, I like to watch all types of snowboarding and skiiing. (Unfortunately I had to work through Shaun White on the halfpipe.) Occasionally I’ll watch figure skating.

Among the conversations that we’ve had while watching these wonderful games has been, “If you were a figure skater, what song would you set your routine to?” Seeing as how Michelle Kwan has already skated to songs from both Mulan and Pocahontas, I’ve decided to disregard both of those. Now, I’ve given this a lot of thought and I’ve finally come up with an answer. I would totally steal this routine:

I hope you enjoy the remainder of your Olympics. Go Canada, er, uh, I mean, America. U-S-A, U-S-A, U-S-A!!!  Whatever. As long as it’s one of those two, I’m good to go.  Regardless, I’ll be happy when we’ve been returned to our regularly scheduled programming.

Day of Days

First off…  Remember that post about Kanye?  Well, I just got a lot happier about that situation with Taylor Swift.  Why, you might ask?  Because of one of my favorite role models, the POTUS.   Let’s take a look: Obama: Kanye is a \”jackass\”

Okay, on with the real post.  Pardon the interruption.

Oh, boy.  Today is my first day of collegiate employment.  Sounds like fun, right?  Just wait until you hear my job description.  I am a Door Guard at the law library on campus.  And what, you might ask, does this job entail?  Well, I sit behind a desk and watch law students, faculty, and professors swipe their access cards to get through the turnstiles.  I can’t even tell you the number of times I’ve had to correct people on which way to swipe their card, but that’s okay.  I’ve messed it up a few times, myself.  When a student doesn’t have an access card, I get to push the button under the desk to buzz them through.  It’s scintillating, really. On the plus side, I’ve finished one of my reading assignments for class tomorrow.  The downside is that time passes painfully slowly and there is no Internet access for me to utilize.  Wacky library fact: You can take beverages in but absolutely no food. Weird, huh?

As I’m sitting here, writing this, doing my job, I’ve been doing some mental comparisons.  Real life law students v. fictional Hollywood stereotypes.  For the first hour and a half, I was a bit dismayed that none of the law library patrons were as attractive as lawyers you see on TV.  I know, I know, that’s TV, not real life.  But as time has passed, these future lawyers aren’t looking half bad. (Literally. Half of them are pretty good looking.)  But, honestly, I’m not paying that much attention to who was walking through my gates.  Really, I swear, I’m doing my PoliSci homework.

Ah, PoliSci, how I love thee.  My reading this week included such delightful chapters as, “A Most Secret Weapon,”  “A Curtain Falls,” and “Vessels of Vengeance.”  The book with these scintillating chapters isn’t half bad, excepting the albeit apt title (A Short History of the 20th Century).   The highlight of my reading, though, occurred while reading about the Chinese Nationalists and Communists.  It’s not like I was that invested in the topic, but I couldn’t help thinking of Mulan.  That was brilliant movie.  So, for your viewing pleasure, I have included one of the best musical numbers of the movie. Enjoy:

Maybe my favorite moment of all in the workday turned out to be the enthralling conversation with two of my colleagues about the office stapler.  I know, I know, sounds boring.  But, no.  At first, it was suspected that the stapler could only hold a specific number of staples (as mandated by the government).  It was then unanimously decided that the stapler was magical a la the world of Buffy.
I cannot tell you how happy I was to be able to appreciate the reference, because I- by all rights- should have been in the dark about Buffy’s awesomeness.  I was too young to watch it the first time around, but thanks to the greatness that is Hulu, my 90s cult-TV repertoire has been expanded. You can currently watch the first three seasons there.  I emphatically urge you to do so if you have some time to kill.

I think I’m going to like this job after all.

*Brownie points to any one who can tell me where this post title came from.

PS – This week’s grocery list: hair ties and bread.

PPS – A special thanks goes out to my roomies, Anne and Amanda, for helping me edit this post for grammatical mistakes. I really do need to bone up on my use of commas and apostrophes.  The grueling process took at least an hour, or however long it takes the tv to turn off of its own accord. At least two thirds of that time was spent on giggle fits and shouting bouts.  All I have to say, Anne, is “Ditch Plains!” And that my experience in the Cleveland-area spelling bee in the eighth grade did nothing to bolster my post-secondary skills.