We're dropping out into the so unknown

The 2009: Year of Movement has already begun, and I only hope I don't tire out before the calendar actually turns. Due to my adversion to bus transfers, I will be walking approximately three miles each day.

It appears that I have lost my sheet of paper where I wrote my "9 for 2009", and so I've revised a bit, starting, appropriately enough, with number six.

6. Year of Organization.
During the last few months of my job at Tulane, I realized that I wasn't quite as good at organization as I'd previously thought. It's time to start writing things down, keeping a calendar, making reminders for bills to be paid. I'll use my g-calendar, I'll use my moleskin pocket books, I'll get all self-righteous about remembering everything.

5. Year of Financial Independence.
And yes, those bills. I was a silly little fool when younger. As mentioned in the previous entry, I'm not so good at planning for the future. I think it's just going to happen, as if by magic. And that somehow that money would just appear to pay off those credit cards. Now, having not used a credit card in well over a year, it's time to be serious about financial solvency. No more having someone pay my cell phone. No more mooching the use of a car for a year. The exception will be family, because I think it's acceptable to not pay rent at my uncle's. I will be paying utilities, however, and buying groceries and cooking.

4. Year of Baseball.
I know, I know, wasn't last year the year for baseball? Last year was my return. This year I want to know the teams and players. I want to go to the games. I want to figure out these fancy-pants statistics. This year I'll actually contribute to discussions rather than being a LLemming.