New Year New Me

Seriously, I don’t know what’s going on.

First, I choose three goals for this year instead of one easy goal like previous years. And one of those goals will be super challenging! When did I ever try to do more than expected? Why would I do that? What is the world coming to? That was just the start of it.

Second, I did recovery right when I got fast food sick. When I started feeling better I ate noodle soup with crackers and drank tea. I was better within a day. Last time I got fast food sick was a couple of years ago and when I started feeling better I ate cheesy tots and drank a Cherry Sunkist because that’s what I wanted. But it gave me another tummy ache and took me a couple of days to get better. Not this time. It’s like I’m almost being a responsible adult or something.

Third, I purposely volunteered to go first to give a speech in one of my classes. Like I said, what is wrong with me? I’m the type to NOT volunteer and also the type to NOT go first. My hand shot up so fast when the professor asked who wanted to go, I thought it was blasting into space.

It’s like myself has a mind of its own. My mind knows exactly what myself is doing and is just as shocked as I am. Next thing you know I’ll be turning in ALL my homework and making As instead of skipping some assignments that I don’t want to do and taking Bs.

I don’t know what to think about this, I’m excited that myself is taking over and being an actual adult but also afraid that it’s invasion of the body snatchers happening and not zombies. I’m totally prepared for zombies. Invasion of the body snatchers? I need to find that movie and watch it again so I’ll know how to deal with that situation. We’ll, at least they left my insane imagination alone. Or maybe it’s not just my imagination… I did mention space earlier.

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