I don’t have a job, I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’m not overwhelming popular. This is not a rag on my life. I enjoy moments of solitude, but I do have a lot of time alone that I could spend on being productive. While I spend hours spending time looking for that perfect combination of fun and relaxing, I throw work to the wayside.
If you read my entries: 90% are about what a lazy ass I am and how I regret it. Old habits die hard. Which is true. I’m studying right now, but I still felt compelled to write about what an ass I’ve been.
2011 is the year I need to get shit done, I’ve wasted too many chances to improve myself. I feel like fate is getting impatient with me.