The Plan

If I write it, it will happen. I always go to sleep telling myself that in the morning I will begin a new life, one of discipline, action, movement. Instead, I sleep in.
I stagnate. This 'plan' will stir things up. Possibly. Probably not. I tend too strongly toward inactivity, and hate to leave my comfort zone, as my mother refers to it. But here goes, an exercise in futility, maybe, but a plan nonetheless:

I. Cultivate My Vessel: this means going to the gym at least five times a week, which I already do, praise Jesus, partially out of a sense of vanity and wanting to look good. But here comes the tough part: Get up at 8:00AM three times a week and run. I think cardio is important, not that it will make me look any better, I'm too skinny as it is, but I think it will increase energy, awareness, and give a reason for the mornings. As it stands, I sleep through them.

II. Study: I take the Kaplan LSAT prep course this summer and I want to do well on the test. I figure that if I set my mind to just one thing, one thing only, it should be this test. If I do well, which is entirely possible, I could go to a great law school. I mean a great one. Berkeley, Stanford, Duke, whatever. I've got a 3.9 GPA and I'm smart. I could go. Even if I fucked around for ten years after I graduate Law school I'll still have that great Degree. I can't fail too horribly if I have a degree in Law from Berkeley. So I'll say it again, I shall study. I want to devote myself to it and I have nothing else to do this summer, so let's see if I'm as much of a genius as I fear I am. No excuses this time. Study.

III. That's it: Some plan eh? Start small, fail small. That's my motto.