I'm about to make a very bad decision.
Don't worry. I've made them before. They're kind of my thing, like the McDonalds jingle or Batman's bat-symbol. If seasoned hunters were to try and track me down, they'd follow a trail of poor life choices instead of droppings or footprints or what have you.
Most of my awful decisions are the ordinary kind—staying up ridiculously late reading webcomics or browsing through Tumblr tags, procrastinating on papers and studying, eating Del Taco for three meals in a row—but my next is going to be bad in a more flamboyant way. You ready for it? Here it is:
I'm vowing to read a hundred books before school starts up again October 1st.
It's not bathing with toasters or exploring the exciting job opportunities provided by the crystal meth industry, especially given that I've read a hundred books already this year, but here's a prediction: sometime after the next three months, I'm going to look back at this blog, sad and abandoned (either me or the blog; you take your pick) and feel terribly, terribly embarrassed.
There's that. Bad decision made. Now all I've got to do is prove myself wrong.
Don't worry. I've made them before. They're kind of my thing, like the McDonalds jingle or Batman's bat-symbol. If seasoned hunters were to try and track me down, they'd follow a trail of poor life choices instead of droppings or footprints or what have you.
Most of my awful decisions are the ordinary kind—staying up ridiculously late reading webcomics or browsing through Tumblr tags, procrastinating on papers and studying, eating Del Taco for three meals in a row—but my next is going to be bad in a more flamboyant way. You ready for it? Here it is:
I'm vowing to read a hundred books before school starts up again October 1st.
It's not bathing with toasters or exploring the exciting job opportunities provided by the crystal meth industry, especially given that I've read a hundred books already this year, but here's a prediction: sometime after the next three months, I'm going to look back at this blog, sad and abandoned (either me or the blog; you take your pick) and feel terribly, terribly embarrassed.
There's that. Bad decision made. Now all I've got to do is prove myself wrong.