just ignore me…

So…what New Year’s resolutions shall I make? To not be so gullible and stupid? To make rational decisions? To not cut my hair? That’s a good one. I can handle that one. No hair cutting in ‘88. I can’t say “no hair dyeing” because everyone knows I can’t stop that. It’s an addiction.

I really have no desire to quit smoking. Why should I? The only way I would do that is if I meet a guy who doesn’t approve of my smoking.

Wait a minute. That doesn’t make sense. Forget that.

Should I say that I resolve to improve my schoolwork? Yes, that’s a good one. What else? Well, you know, it would be a good idea to have a resolution about self-respect. I know not to let people step on me, so I’ll resolve to try to remain solitary in ’88. Good.

I’m glad it’s January. Next month I’ll be sixteen and then I can my driver’s license. Can’t wait.

Can’t think of anything else. Maybe I can try to find a little happiness in 1988.