New Purpose, New... Direction

Totally stolen from Glee with that title, but in today's world, everything's both cliche and original anyway; the title's purpose is to serve as an indicator of once again, the revamping of this blog and my irrationally renewed hope for a sustainable, cyber-based log of my interests and thoughts.

Maybe because I'm now 19 and legal to drink in Canada, some miraculous change will overcome me as I go to bed tonight and I'll know how to be persistent when I wake up, or maybe wake up a la Jennifer Garner in 13 Going on 30 and be blessed with a cushy job, a sweet wardrobe and fabulous hair.

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(I haven't actually seen that movie, but based on my sister's (and mother's) ravings, what little I know about Jennifer Garner, and the movie screenshot pasted in above, I think it's reasonable to say my predictions of a ridiculous vision are accurate).

This last year, in short, has been... enlightening.  The knowledge that I have no study skills has been repeatedly reinforced, that I'm a passive eater has been heavily emphasized, and my predilections towards staring at shiny entrancing objects when I should be reading or doing homework or sleeping have carried me to where I am now--narcoleptic, caffeine-driven, sporadically-eating, TV-obsessed, news-oriented and a shoe-whore clothes horse online-shopping lurker.

My goal for the next year, then? To accomplish... let's say, three things a day, accomplish encompassing some basic obligations, such as:

• Not skipping eating when I'd rather stay curled up in bed, or...
• Doing all my reading and homework for the next day
• Doing some significant research for my internship
• Not sleeping paying attention in class
• Writing a blog post (3+/week is the class minimum)
• Sending out e-mails when I'm supposed to (a biggie)

My parents would probably like to add 'calling them everyday' to the list of things I should do everyday, although it's always... well, been a pain to talk to them on the phone. It seems to run in the family (skipping over me, of course) that my mother, my father, my sister and grandparents and aunties and uncles and cousins MUST shout into the phone, because the person on the other end (me, of course) has hearing problems.

Or, if you're like my dad... well, the typical phone conversation goes like this:

爸爸：哦，你为什么没给我打电话？ 我就是想跟你说话,听你的声音! ='(
Me: I called three hours ago and you said that you were driving and couldn't talk.
爸爸：那时儿我在忙!
妈妈：(对爸爸) 今天是她的生日!
爸爸: 哦?! O___O

Give this guy a yellow cast and a little paunchier around the middle and you have my dad. Image via Getty Images

Loosely Directly translated, here's what happened; for greatest comedic effect (and most accurate representation), have a small child play the father role:

Father: (petulantly) Hey, why haven't you caaaaalllled me? I just wanna taaaalk to yoou, hear the sound of your voice...!! ='(
Me: I called three hours ago & you said that you were driving & couldn't talk.
Father: (protestingly) But that's because I was busy!!
Mother: (in the background, to my father) Dude, it's her birthday today. Get off the phone; give it baaack to me.
Father: Wait... what?! Seriously? O_____O

So, Dad, thanks for the birthday wishes and for your genes; whatever I forget in the future, I'll always have hereditary amnesia.