Rules

Joanna's Rules for the Rest of the Semester

1. I will wake up every morning POSITIVELY because no one at Grove City else is joyful or at peace...ah, finals; 'tis the season to have a pole stuck up...well, you know. It's my responsibility, nay, DUTY, as an outgoing happy person to give them joy and not more gloom and stress.

2. I will work out 9 times before I go home for Christmas. That's 3x a week. I will also eat healthier than I have been.

3. I will stop developing awkward pseudo-crushes on what I have discovered is MY TYPE: Guys that are a. taller than me b. have nice brown hair c. a nice jaw d. minimal personality or soul e. a weird mix of arrogance and insecurity. I have literally liked at least four guys like this since April. It's really bad. What's wrong with me? New rule: ending this nonsense. I thought my type was charming manly semi-hipster lumberjack. I need to get on that again. This other type is just not doin' it for me.

4. I will clean Grayson's fishbowl when I get back because he is drowning in shmutz.

5. I will not go crazy living in the Little Theater for the next two weeks. Oh wait. I will. Because my character   Evelyn is psychologically manipulative and tries to kill herself with broken dinner plates. Oh yes. So I will go crazy. Disregard this rule.

6. I will not expect my birthday to be very exciting. So that way, if it is, then it'll be great. If it isn't, I'll get over myself. It is a Monday during finals, after all.

7. I will stop forgetting assignments like a dope. I will use the freaking planner I carry around everywhere. I will read my syllabi sooner than the night before class. I will bring up my GPA so I can maybe go to grad school someday.

8. I will not start freaking out that I am graduating in 6 months. I will not think about how I am almost halfway done with the shortest senior year ever. I will not start feeling all the feelings about missing my friends, ResLife, tater tots and church...nope, not gonna think about that. Not. gonna.