Failure

Although I'd like to think I fail at very few things in life (that's one of the reasons I'm so incredibly awesome), I have to acknowledge the fact that sometimes my laziness does get in the way of my accomplishing a few minor goals.

I don't have $10,000 in my bank account, and daddys car is yet to be returned to Ontario, though that's been the plan for over a year now. I haven't gone skydiving... which, when it does happen is gonna be epic beyond belief... and it better fuken be, as I've been building this trip up in my head for like 5 years. I have yet to get a real job, learn to snowboard, and hitchhike across Canada... but in my defense, I've done a lot of awesome stuff in the meantime, and therefore and oh so happy with myself to ignore the things that I have not accomplished.

Therefore I acknowledge that sometimes I do fail. Not at life or anything, just on the things that I'm too lazy to think about at set moment. In particular, this post is referring to my lack of blogging for the roomie; as when she sits at her desk on her lunch hours, she checks to see if I had anything to say, and with my busy schedule of sleeping, and, well, more sleeping, I've been too destracted to crawl on up to the laptop and write her a 'blip'. (Had my laptop been newer, with an undead battery, or I didn't have my "desk" set up in our livingroom, I'd consider taking it into bed with me and writing so much gibberish, people would get so bored they'd stop reading this all together [is it working yet?] but that's not the case). So in conclusion, I promise to try harder.