Spilled Expresso

In my never ending quest to take to the wise words of Fiona Apple and find the better version of me, I'm made an extensive list of 2009 goals.
I say goals, rather than resolution, because resolution sounds too permanent. How often have we known people (including ourselves) who have made a resolution, only to break it a week, or a month later? Often, soon after breaking the resolution, the resolver (Calling all English majors...is that a word/the correct word/spelling? I honestly won't be insulted by any spelling or grammar criticism) often gives up, feeling deflated. The word goal however, allows more wiggle room-a degree of fudge factor. For example, if the goal is to spend less money and give up those daily four dollar latte, if you should cave and buy one on Wednesday, it doesn't have to be "mission aborted" because you can start fresh on Thursday. But, as usual, I digress.
So, one of my goals, was to read 50 books by December 31, 2009. Now, in fairness, I made this goal in Nov. 2009 and am cheating a bit. As part of this goal, I am also trying to vary and diversify my reading material. Currently, I am chugging through Sense and Sensibility and gliding through "Confessions of a Shopaholic." I am sheepish to admit to reading the latter, as I always feel embarrassed about my extensive indulgence of guilty pleasures (my addiction to pop and hip-hop, Gilmore Girls, The OC, Gossip Girl-and of course Chick-lit). Even more embarrassing-the book has got me thinking.
The story centers around a "financial journalist," who's personal finance skills leave a lot to be desired. As an aspiring journalist, who has dreamt of reporting since she was in preschool, and is instead selling overpriced memorbilia to snooty UESers and tourists, the story makes me sad. For the protaginast isn't unfocused, and thus far, shows very little work ethic or interest in her career. And Yet, she has a profossional job. While I realize this is of course a work of fiction, there are many example of this reality. I know that there are many unmotivated incompetienant, and lazy reporters, editorial assistants, public relation officers, and other office workers. And, yet, despite their lack of hardwork or concern, they hold respectible, professional positions, and I sell T-shirts.
I am in no way implying that I am the hardest worker around, or that I have the best credentials. However, I know that their are many people more incompentent and lazy then myself with more esteemed professions. Throughout college, I stayed up late, actually did the readings and wrote my lit papers, went to class, only to get a b or c or in the case of math, a D. Meanwhile, some giggly blonde next to me, who would come in to class late, if at all, reading cosmopolitan would ace the paper or test after giggly admitting "hheeh I didn't even read the book, what was it about?"

So much for "Cheaters never prosper." Puh-lease, those bitches do nothing but prosper-sickening.