1. Start reading books for pleasure again. Or at least try to enjoy my compulsory reading list for next semester (and how could I not? There's some good shit on that!). It's just that much harder when you know authority figures are making you read Dickens and Wordsworth.
2. Read more books, the way I used to. Curl up on the couch with chocolate biscuit fuel, and power through the pages like a maniac. Laugh, gasp, frown, and "WTF" at all the appropriate places. Savour the feel of paper under fingers, read particularly delicious sentences several times over. Finish. And then flip back and start all over again (to look for clues I may have missed, because there is no way I wasn't smart enough to see that twist coming).
3. Eat more food I have never tried before, so I can once and for all decide if I like it or not. Start with sushi. No, I'm not kidding. I've never had sushi.
4. Buy nice clothes and shoes. There will come a point in life where I will no longer be able to get by on band T-shirts, jeans and sneakers every day. Unless I get a job at a music magazine. OMG PLEASE LET THIS HAPPEN.
5. Make mixed CD covers from scratch.
6. Write more ; blogs, emails, letters. Sometimes I even long for those days when I could sit down and write really bad poetry commemorating the weekend football scores.
7. Actually keep track of how much I spend on lunch every day. I need a better budget plan than "if there's still a five ringgit note in the wallet by Friday, we're good".
8. Having said that, indulge in garlic and cheese naan for lunch more often. That thing is sublime.
9. Catch up on season 7 of Supernatural. The show doesn't look like it will ever return to the brilliance of its early years, but I am far too emotionally and spiritually invested in the characters to jump ship at this point. Plus I really like and respect (and sometimes lust for) the writers and actors, and the wonderful relationship they have fostered with the online fandom. Even if this goes on for another 7 seasons, you can bet I will be standing right there at the bloody, fiery end, weeping next to the inevitable train wreck of plot and characterization. I will never let you go, show. I will cling to you like a clingy thing that clings.
Also I am not done laughing at the CW's LOLarious photoshop skillz. You go, CW. Why would anyone want to end the show now, and deprive us of all this promo poster ridiculousness?
10. I will not hit the snooze button more than 6 times every morning. Also, find out if my phone actually spells snooze as "snoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooze". It would be hilarious if it actually did that, but I can never trust my eyesight first thing in the morning.
11. SAVE UP FOR GIGS. It's bad enough that I already have to pass on the Laneway Festival in Singapore this February, with a line up which includes a large portion of the acts in my best albums of 2011 list ( Austra, M83, and until recently, WU LYF). My soul still aches over this.
12. Become rich when I grow up, so I can fly out to all the Laneway festivals everywhere. Also, fuck you Singapore. Fuck you and your indie cred.
In other news, the growl-mumbler musicians from Manchester, WU LYF, are here to bring meaning to my life. They appeared on the Letterman show a couple of days ago, performing one of my favourite songs of last year, and proceeded to blow my socks off in a most spectacular fashion.
If you're watching, be sure to stick till the end for the band's hilariously awkward exit.
Also, Ellery Roberts? Despite your horrible enunciation and reputation for being a dickhead, I kind of really really want you right now. You sort of look like the psychotic Mancunian love child of Alexander Skarsgard and Kristian Mattsson. This pleases me and my ladyparts. Call me and we'll work something out. Kiss kiss.
