Today... (Drumroll, please)

I turn 21! Woohoo! Probably the last step toward adulthood in the US. Now, not only can I do whatever I please (within reason, of course), but I can do it intoxicated (again, within reason). Perfect. I don't really drink though, but it's nice knowing I can now order a nice glass of wine with dinner or something like that.
Anyways, I figured I could set some goals for the coming year before 22 comes around the corner.
So I made a thing.

It's no masterpiece, but it gets the point across. In case my writing is illegible they are, in order: run a race or do a short triathlon (ignore my spelling on the page), put aside 1/4 of the money I need for my New Zealand trip (it's a few years away but why not start now?), be able to chat in German, get B.S. with honors, start up a gallon of mead- hopefully in August so it can age for a few years before my little brother turns 21, apply and be accepted to the farming program in Virginia, finish one of my damn stories, practice meditation and yoga regularly, sew a quilt with my mom, and stay organized. On the last one I figure I have one (One!!) semester left before graduating and being dumped into the Real Adult World on my own so I should really try to get some practice in so I can stay afloat... And, for a bonus, more or less work on my artistic style. I have a tendency to flop around and I'd like some consistency now and again. 

Cheers for the new year, mates!