The Mission:
Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.

The Criteria:
Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (ie. represent some amount of work on my part).

Start Date: October 1, 2009
End Date: June 28, 2012

( 101 in 1001 related goals )
( Fitness, Health, and Well-being )
( Media )
( Crafts, Hobbies, and Travel )
( Academic and Musical Goals )
( Financial, Housekeeping, Miscellaneous )
10 Goals at 10/1/10
10 Goals at 10/1/11

1. Musicophilia Oliver Sacks

"But he's done his job too well, studied too hard, been too enthusiastic, because now here he is, hurtling through space, with no defense but his writing tablet and vague promises of ray gun lessons from the ship's captain."

( Whining. )

I am not at all where I wanted to be as of November 3, and I've got no good excuses, unlike orange_avocado. I've got a very, very basic idea of what kind of story I want to do for my NaNoWriMo story, but no characters or, you know, actual plot. Bleh. I suppose I could deal with no plot, but having no characters is kind of an issue. Hahaha.

I'm also already behind on my exercise plans for the month. Not by much, but...enough. This would be less of an issue if I didn't have a very specific, slightly ambitious goal for December 1st. It's bad enough that this is an 'up' week on my weekly yoyo diet.


Back to NaNoWriMo, I was really hoping the fora would be a bit more useful. Bleh. Maybe the bpal.org nanowrimo thread will be more useful? Hrm.

I'm sorry, this is SUCH a fucking bullshit question and totally insulting to anyone with mental illness.

Sooooo my laptop is in the shop for the next 2-4 weeks while they decide if it's repairable or if I'm getting my 3rd new laptop in under a year.

I swear, it's my mutant power or something. I don't even know.

I miss Victor already.

Spilled quite a bit of water on Victor. At least it was only water, I guess, although he was sounding a little...sparky earlier. But it just figures, you know?

I had thought that my right foot was mostly healed up, but it definitely appears that it hasn't. I'm not really sure what I can do. I can't, like, not use my right foot, but my doctors were singularly unhelpful about, oh, everything. It doesn't help that whatever tendon I've pulled apears to be an relatively unusual injury. Because of course it is.

I want to cry.

athenaps is the bestest of lj friends. That is all.

Tell me how to cook rice. I've managed to fail utterly. Again. That's right, I am 24 years old and cannot successfully cook rice.


(No, I'm not buying a cooker. I don't like rice except for fried rice and rice pudding, and I don't eat either of those near enough for the cash outlay for a cooker.)