[12:14am] sitting on the couch. In the last 24 hrs I:

I thought about some new years resolutions ideas but didn’t really come to any super conclusive idea, like, this is definitely what I’m going to do this year! I had this thought of “this is the year I fight back,” i.e. I’ve felt really defeated in 2025, I feel like I’ve just watched helplessly as my mental and physical health have declined, my body has changed, my friendships have eroded, my room’s gotten messier, so I dream of having some semblance of control over my life, so that I don’t feel like things are just slipping through my fingers. I want to hold the reins a little tighter this time.

For what it’s worth I am going to actually try the whole hips and abs thing in 2026.

To do list:

2026 to-do list:

Images that I want to see in 2026:

thinkin it’d be rly fun to write and produce maybe i think it’d be fun and i could get sylvia to sing along too.

[1:05pm] I woke up at like 11 and then spent a while scrolling on twitter before getting out of bed (yes I’m addicted again) which figures. I still haven’t figured out which aspect of my life to obsessively track for 2026. Since I’m not sure which resolution to really commit to, I had this funny idea that I’d just try to do as many resolutions as possible and see what sticks. One idea I had was just, like, journalling and documenting incessantly, continuously throughout the entire year, as a way of recording my thoughts for posterity and also probably some kind of therapeutic gesture as well. So we’ll see if this sticks.

[2:39pm] I spent an hour or two digging around in my college dorm plastic bins. What I mean by that is when I moved out of my college apartment (6136 waterman blvd unit 2, bless her heart) that I had lived in through my junior, senior, and first college gap years, I dumped the entire contents of three years of living – all the detritus of my early twenties – into six or seven plastic bins before unceremoniously dumping them in the basement, and never looking into them again. One got flooded, which is what prompted this whole excavation – my parents asked me to look into the soaked bin and see what was salvageable. There was a lot to find including the charger for my old phone (which I will be perusing) and an old letter from Caroline in the pandemic era (which deadnames both myself and her ex-girlfriend, lol). Weird times. Other wins include a laptop carrying case.


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