Everything Counts

The only way to live is to live a productive being. And I guess that's a horrible thing to say, because that could suggest that you're acting-- without thinking-- but at this point my brain is so wracked with obsessive thoughts on school that I prefer the minimal thinking and productivity combo to the introspective, thoughtful (read: emo), atrociously sloth-like state. AT LEAST YOU GET THINGS DONE.

Getting things done, in my severely limited point of view, means a completely crossed out to-do list. A lengthy one, preferably (see beautiful photo on right). Revel in your productivity, feel semi-accomplished. Temporarily, of course, because I'm masochistic like that. This year I plan on making a minimum of three to-do lists a week, and finishing all of them. I plan that my sources of entertainment will lie in: this blog, writing book reviews, organizing and finalizing my photography, and the "compare people" application on Facebook.

I plan on having a mental breakdown about, oh, say once every month and a half. I plan.

And you question why I even plan on keeping my Facebook. Well, first of all, Facebook completely dilutes the definition of "friends," and it comforts me a bit; sort of covers the fact that in that hypercompetitive school of mine, I HAVE NONE despite what Facebook claims (--that I have approximately 305 friends at my school). It also leaves me with a bit of space to continue my pursit in the lucrative career of self-portrayal and narcissism. And my "legit" excuse? Because I was randomly made captain of my town's fundraiser walk and I've organized it through Facebook. Hey, it's a slight bonus for the college application, is it not?

To sum it up: This year will be the year when my Myers-Briggs J/P turns into a 100% Judging type.