The "Iron" Will

Resolutions. You think them up and lock on them with your iron will only to find out iron by itself is so weak you need little carbon bits to keep it from melting all over itself when the heat really turns up.

So here's my resolution list, put up here and now for the sole reason I'll be too busy to do much of anything when the gates of Hell (sorry, the school term) open once again.

(Right now I'm too uninspired to do much of anything anyway. Very little difference there.)

Without further ado...

I resolve to spend less money on food. I did a little math, and found I tip the carbohydrate, fat and protein equivalent of ten Singapore dollars every day down my greedy little throat. Then I whine my pocket money isn't enough to last me a week into the month it's supposed to last... then buy a computer game to get my mind off it. Ptooi.

I resolve to pass my driving test. Lord, it's all very well You stay with and strengthen Your servants. I ask You do it BEFORE my ability to drive (present, thanks very much) is tested, not after.

I resolve to stick to my prayer list. I wrote it down. Somewhere.

IRT write more. Even when the output amounts to less than a page and stinks so bad it wouldn't even be used as bin liner in a third-rate publishing house, and my characters have less knowledge what to do in their given situations than a pig in the slaughterhouse. (At least the pigs know to make a run for it.)

IRT study harder. Wait, it needs a little more detail.

IRT get A's for Programming, Maths and Critical Thinking & Writing. All test results will be told to a confidential third party and prayed over. Because praying for myself doesn't seem to work.

IRT get B's for Physics and Materials. Concept maps and Key Equations can only help. I will do them in between kicking myself for not doing it last semester.

IRT stop blaming God for shit that happens. Granted, I'm more than a little pissed at the way things are now. I mean, some trouble's caused by Satan and there's no shortage of blame on him. And not to mention my own little screwups are piddling little drops compared to the oceans of others' sufferings God isn't relieving YET. Like Andy's, for instance. Keep fighting, brother.

 

So that's it, my goals for 2008 in a nutshell. Now excuse me while I write my own version of Lamentations, and weep I can't do it as well as the prophet Jeremiah. Maybe it's because he really did have something to cry over.