Perfect to Me

• Write blog for intro to drama
• Get a book for political science
• Check mail for book for Intro to Journalism
• Finish coming up with a weekly schedule
• Add things to to-do list (home, school, other)
• Read emails
• Work on Nerdy Show internship project
• Take medicine
• Go to work study
• Eat at some point
• Take a shower at some point
• Go to sleep at some point

I stole this from Facebook:

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had
some items in front of him. When the class began,
wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty
mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf
balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full?
They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles
and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar
lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas
between the golf balls. He then asked the students
again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured
it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up
everything else. He asked once more if the jar was
full. The students responded with an unanimous “yes.”

The professor then produced two cans of beer
from under the table and poured the entire contents
into the jar, effectively filling the empty space
between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
“I want you to recognize that this jar
represents your life. The golf balls are the
important things—your family, your health, your
children, your friends, your favorite
passions—things that if everything else was lost
and only they remained, your life would still be
full. “The pebbles are the other things that matter
like your job, your house, your car. The sand is
everything else—the small stuff.

If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued,
“there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life. If you spend all
your time and energy on the small stuff, you will
never have room for the things that are important to
you. Pay attention to the things that are critical
to your happiness. Play with your children. Take
time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out
to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be
time to clean the house, and fix the disposal.

Take care of the golf balls first, the things that
really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just
sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what
the beer represented.

The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just
goes to show you that no matter how full your life may
seem, there’s always room for a couple of beers.”

By this time next year…

• I will have completed two successful semesters at UT with all A’s and very few B’s. 
• I will have had at least one session of dance classes.
• I will have learned to remix my own music as well as learn to live DJ.
• I will still be a radio dj for 90.3 the rock and possibly hosting a specialty show.
• I will have at least looked into internships from possibly interning at Star 102.1 all the way to Pixar. The possibilities are endless!
• I will have traveled to several states, including Georgia, New York, North Carolina, and (I hope) California.
• I will be significantly more fluent in Japanese.
• I will have renounced my messy ways and find a way to stay organized in all aspects of my life!
• I will NOT have let a boy get in the way of my success nor happiness and learn to love myself indefinitely. 
• …however, I do hope to have at least one successful relationship ^_~

I hope everyone has goals for their new year as well and high hopes for themselves. I’m going to work hard on myself and making myself happy and I believe 2012 is the perfect year for that…by this time next year, I will be a better person…

…if we’re not all dead from the end of the world that is. :P

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!~~~~~~~~~

If it’s not been made obvious by now, I started Zoloft yesterday for major depressive disorder.

It’s seemed to screw with me, physically and mentally. 

Besides the nausea, dizzy-spells and gagging I’ve experienced, I woke up in the middle of the night suddenly questioning every decision I was making…in almost every aspect of my life.

I suddenly had a strong desire to move to California. I could go to film school and skip all the nonsense of UT. I started wondering why I was even at UT to begin with. I don’t want to be a journalist. I want to make movies. I want to write screenplays and tell stories. Journalism is telling stories as well, but you don’t get to make them up. 

I started to wonder a lot of things…did I even want to make movies? Could I even survive in such an expensive state like California? How could I manage? 

I sat in my bed at 3 o’clock in the morning literally reevaluating my life and what my next step would be. And what’s scary is that I feel like for the first time in forever, I’ve begun to think clearly, even though it completely seems irrational. 

Day 1 of Zoloft. About to go into day 2.