Not sure if this is a move to placate its pissed off userbase, but AT&T has offered to pay the bills of one lucky customer for a year, picking a new customer every week. To avail of this offer, you must
- Sign up on this page
- Sign up for autopay for 50 bonus entries (I have my own thoughts on this!)
- Sign up for paperless billing for 50 bonus entries
You literally have nothing to lose, and much to gain. Offer ends 31/10/2011.
Riding a fresh wave of links through the interwebs, I came upon this article in the Huffington Post which highlighted the alarming pace at which technology continues to grow and impact our lives. While I agree with most things on this list (VHS, traveling agents–no, thanks!), I can’t help but feel like I’m going to miss a few things that were staple before the internet grew to be the all-powerful Skynet it is today. I decided then and there that I would never let some things go out of style, for me at least. I simultaneously decided to use this list in finalizing my resolutions that I present here today.
Usually my posts have a very negative connotation, where I talk about restricting stuff, cutting stuff out of other stuff and generally being miserable.
And now for something completely different.
I don’t really think drinking too much has ever been my problem, considering the early age at which I was introduced to alcohol. By my family, no less. My father, his brothers and their father have all been alcoholics, so following in their footsteps would have been a fairly obvious life decision. And yet, I can have alcohol in the house and not really be tempted at all. I just have a habit of not drinking alone, and I stick to it.
I do love shots though. I thought I loved the feel of ice on my Scotch, or the dripping cold awesomeness of beer down my throat on a summer day, but I love shots more. Especially when we’re getting ready to go out, there’s nothing quite like it. I even started a collection of shot glasses from all over the US, just so I could show em off 
Hah, now that’s twisted!
Thankfully, this is not for me. While I AM in debt, I realize it will take time to make a substantial amount to actually pay it off. In fact, I might get into even more debt, with a car loan. The reasoning behind this of course, is that a loan helps with your credit… IF you make timely payments. And the only way to get a decent interest rate at the credit union is to have a great credit score, and the only way to have a great credit score, is to own multiple credit cards and pay the bills on time. If it sounds like a lot of work, it is and it gets better.
As far as your average year goes, twenty-ten was by far one of the most memorable ones I’ve had in a long time. I graduated from college, had my first taste of the east coast, took a road trip round west, started on my first job… among other firsts!
It was also the first time I made a serious attempt at new year resolutions. The reason for this was my dearest of BFFs, Yogi who reciprocated with resolutions of her own. We promised to keep a check on each other over the course of the year, but she got busy with looking for a job, and I, trying to keep mine. Regardless, my memory of that night is vivid: we wrote what we thought we would achieve in a year’s time on white paper napkins, signed our names and vowed to push each other towards our goals. The alcohol helped.
Do you really they came up with Movember so you could use it as an excuse to grow some face fluff? I met this guy yesterday with a mustache and conveniently placed goatee, who blamed the new look on Movember. His take was that the mustache alone looked rather silly, and he was a professional and couldn’t be expected to be taken seriously looking like that. Sounds like cheating to me. I think the whole point of Movember was to have guys looking silly. But silly to the point where I don’t fear walking around with my ‘stash on, cuz I’ll likely bump into someone else looking silly in a mustache.
I think this would’ve been a fun way to make new friends around my area, except the growth on my upper lip is a stubble at best. Maybe next Movember…
Today, I am twenty-five years old. I have been sick for precious few days in my life. Apart from one major jaundice attack I succumbed to in school at the age of twelve, I have been in great health. I have never had any broken bones or ever missed a day of school–or at least when I was staying with my Mom 
Anyway, the point is I’ve always been a healthy kid; a little too “healthy” actually. All dressed up in my birthday suit, I weighed in at a staggering thirteen pounds. I have always managed to be the fattest kid in my class, no exceptions. I’ve sucked at sports, and focused my energies on academics. Since the start, I have excelled in all aspects of the classroom, anything I have set my mind to.
Today, the story is different. I smoke, I drink (but I don’t binge, not anymore), I’m a fast food junkie, my memory is failing me, my attention span is diminishing quicker than I can realize what I’m doing to myself, and I’m uncertain as to exactly what this is all leading up to. Or what the cause of it is. Maybe it’s the uprooting of foundations and placing them in a foreign environment. Or maybe I’m continually lazy and this is just something I’m good at. I mean, even my job involves me sitting in one place and moving my fingers over my keypad.
