Note to Self:

Why am I such an Old Lady that I love these uber expensive Kate Spade heels? My heart skips a beat for the bright green ones at Nordstrom's. My bank account keels over at the price.

But oh, a girl can dream, can't she?

Things to do:

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  Get a job, a stable, well paying job, that I enjoy enough to hold down for at least a year.
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  Graduate school: only 5 weeks to go! (A bachelor's is so pointless. I really just need a job)
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  Learn to enjoy my life without worrying about school and a job.
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  Learn to socialize, possibly drink alcohol, or at least learn to relax in a room full of people
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  Clean my car at least once in it's sad lifetime...
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  Gain enough muscle mass/ drop chub mass/ be healthy and active enough that I can: like myself, wear certain items of small sized clothing I own, and have sex more than 3 times without feeling so physically exhausted I'm sick.
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  Remember to keep any of my New Year's resolution. It's only febuary. I was allowed a reprieve throughout January for circumstantial duress, but I've got get back on it. Why has it felt like such an extremely long, and trying year, and I'm only two months in?
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  Learn to actually rock my DIY haircut without feeling insecure. Better yet: maybe I should learn how to stop feeling insecure... That'd be a good one.
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  Stop blogging and research my paper. Boo.

Also to note:  On saturday, I saw this huge Tongan guy at the bank in daly city with a huge tatoo on his neck. What was his tattoo of? A picture of my face!!!!!!!! Just kidding, It was just my name in fancy cursive writing: Sydney Tan.

Ok, I'm kidding you again, It just said, Sydney. But that was way cool enough for Tiffany and I both to turn red and try to secretly take a picture of it with my phone. Everytime I snapped he moved. Evasive, son of a bitch. I've narrowed it down to one of the following four possible reasons he could have MY name on his neck:

1. He has a wife, mother, dead friend, sister, or dog named Sydney.
2. He has a child named Sydney.
3. He's from Sydney, Australia (and therefore not Tongan)
4. Or, he knew he loved me before he met me. He was dreaming of me his whole life, he knew he loved me before he met me, maybe he dreamed me into life.*

All of these are definately possible. Most likely it's the last one. And I just angered fate by not going up to him in his little red car that had a major engine rev to introduce myself. Aren't the near misses of destiny a funny, enchanting thing?





*Savage Garden. Represent.