but my grades have lifted my spirits, and I have definite goals for the first time ever

So, I got a 101 on my math test, and a 53,5/50 on a management test. This is incredibly encouraging for one like myself, who hasn't done well in academics since...well the middle of high school.

Why isn't "high school" a compound word as opposed to a phrase? I suppose "middle school" is also a phrase. And "kindergarten" is definitively German.

Sorry, diversion.

Abruptly, I feel inclined to list my goals, in order of Chronological Attainability (c) . I just made that term up. I copyright it.

Short term goals I define as things that I can realistically achieve, if I began preparations tomorrow, within the next 5 years. Long term goals I am defining as things, I could realistically achieve, but probably can't or won't within the limitations of 5 years.

Short term goals:
get a job
set up a daily schedule that allows time for exercise, school, work, the personal endeavor
change my dietary lifestyle
get my car fixed
lose 20 lbs (well really this is a 1 1/2 year goal)
get an apartment
get my Associates Degree
become fluent in another language

Long term goals:
publish a comic
go to school to study Linguistics
lose 80 lbs
buy a house

If everything went totally awesome/secondary goals:
Peace Corp (s.t.)
Bachelor's degree (s.t.)
live abroad (s.t.)
work abroad (s.t.)
have some property (l.t.)
open small animal sanctuary (l.t.)
have a whole line of comics (l.t.)

I Can't Focus

Do do do. Still alive. My Public Speaking's instructional speech topic is due today. And before that I have a math test. I'm not the least bit concerned with the math test, however.

Caaaaaaan't focus on anything this week.

However, the Half of My Thoughts That Aren't Entirely Irrational, are Completely Stupid.

This week, the week that everyone else around seems to be starting school I am having my first test. In management. I also have to turn in a project that day. I anticipate everything going smoothly tomorrow.

I saw something earlier this week on TV about herdsmen. It was a program on either National Geographic or Discovery. This documentary chronicled two groups of herds...people? I suppose they could be called nomadic? Either way, one group herded goats in Iran.
I really kind of hope you know where Iran is.


The other group herded reindeer to the Yamal peninsula.

To be honest, I'm not too concerned about you knowing the whereabouts of the Yamal peninsula.

I realize that the following is probably very, hm, deeply rooted in the fact that I'm a lower- middle class American. The most hardship I've ever faced has been when we run out of groceries and no one wants to run to the store, and my parents' divorce. In that order.

But the notion of following a herd of animals through the countryside for the better part of a year appeals to me, in a very naive, classically romantic way.

I've never claimed to be reasonable.

Earlier this week I dropped 70 dollars (US) for my cat's veterinarian bills. So I suppose I'll have to commute from my dad's house to school this week so that I can make sure she gets the medicine/ treatment I payed for. I love my cat dearly. It's very pathetic.