The days are filled with books, dreary skies, and food. I have gained two pounds over the holidays, and am now rumbling in the three digit world, what a strange point of view for me. We are going to Seattle tomorrow, a pleasant three hour drive, that will be filled with shopping and the stopping of hearts at the nicest of shops.

I should start on my resolutions list. I'll do fifteen this year, (my age):

1–I promise to wash the dishes at least once every other day.

2–I promise to stop my mother's fights, and attempt not to cause them.

3–I hope to get my splits down at the end of the year.

4–I hope to finish a long but satisfactory piece of work.

5–I hope to get all As and to stop my procrastination

6–I hope to find secure friendships

7–I hope to boost my self esteem, and leave depression in the dust.

8–I promise to go to the gym at least once or twice a month. I promise to make a routine

9–I promise to keep a calander and keep organized

10–I hope to find someone to love.

11–I promise to have a birthday party

12–I promise to save money

13–I promise to write thank you notes to everything I recieve

14–I promise to write letters to people I love

15–I promise not to lose friendships, instead change them, and make them better.