twenty eleven

a new year.

a new apartment.

a few new friends.

a few more life lessons to come my way.

a few more regrets and a few more things to be thankful for.

i am completely unsure of what two thousand and eleven has in store for me.

i hope it means i have more time to write because lately i’ve hardly found the time to shave my legs .... graphic i know.

by the end of this year i hope to accomplish more.

live more.

laugh more.

enjoy the things i have more then before.

i hope to give into my guilty pleasure and buy more clothing, but only if i can afford to.

and only if i can make closet space... or afford a pax ikea wardrobe - god willing.

i hope to maintain friendships.

work on my faults.

use my cell phone more - for calling not texting.

call my family more because they love me even though their capable of driving me completely bananas. 

i hope to see my friends more and not just at work.

i hope to find the time to take nail polish off my fingers when it starts to chip - because it looks god awful if i dont - ladies take note.

i hope to find something in all my classes that makes me eager to learn.

and i hope- like im sure my father does, that i find my calling in life and i call it and figure out how to meet it and shake its hand and have it pay me some sort of salary that will buy me a house .... and a pax wardrobe that lights up when i open its glass sliding doors.

i hope two thousand and eleven gives me two thousand and eleven more reasons to be thankful for what i have been given.

two thousand and eleven reasons to make me thankful for what i have yet to be given or haven’t been at all.

i hope two thousand and eleven gives me the opportunity to be happy no matter what happens, good or bad.