Well friends, it’s time for yet another edition of Limited Too Tuesdays, a post in which I look back through my old diaries to see what middle school me was up to.
Today’s selected entries reflect the importance of setting goals. Like I’ve said many times before, I’m a huge fan of goal setting and always have been. The only problem is that I occasionally confuse “goals” with “dreams.” Is there really that big of a difference though anyway? I didn’t think so either.
Sunday August 12, 2000
Let it be known that these are probably the kindest goals I have ever set in my life. Let it also be known that the pages leading up to this (and the pages following it) are nothing but really really mean stuff about my peers. A normal nice girl doesn’t set a goal for herself to “not be such a snot” or “don’t be so judgmental” if you catch my drift. But hey, at least I got my signature down. Do you see that “Paris Taylor” in there? Yea, me neither… I called myself Paris a lot spanning the years 1999-2002ish. It was a phase.
And one year later I decided it was time to make a few more “set life” goals.
Saturday April 21, 2001 (13 years old)
Of all of these goals, the hardest for me to stomach that I haven’t achieved yet is probably that fact I still don’t know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a (wait for it, just follow the little arrow) tootsie pop. I like that being happy is only number eleven on my list, I want to be famous and go to Hawaii first (obviously.) And on number eight I guarantee you it was supposed to say “go to division one school on basketball scholarship” but I scribbled out “on” and just stopped after school because even at thirteen I knew there was no way in hell that was happening.
As for #12- well Jennev Heng was the fastest mile runner
at my school in the west and I just wanted to beat her so bad. We’ve never actually raced, but Jennev if you’re reading this, I’m up for it. I know that you’re in the army now and train every single day and make your body do all sorts of physical things and I pretty much just sit in my house all day writing jokes before I go out and drink beer at gross comedy bars for the night, but like I said, I’m up for it if you are.
Have a good Tuesday, be nice to each other today. You never know who is writing about you in their diary.