It's half over

I remember a time when I was full of hope, bright-eyed and dreamy... Actually, you probably remember it too. It was the eve of the new year and I was really excited about resolutions, so much so that I made one for every month in 2015.

Well. That didn't pan out too well.

I achieved January's goal (to get a tattoo). I only sent my WIP to be read over by people who aren't me in late June, so February's goal was incredibly late. My summer job was confirmed in May, rather than April - but I'm not complaining because at least I have one. I DID manage to hand in all my essays on time and didn't have to ask for an extension (or worse, a deferral) so that's something. Throughout June I've been working a lot and I read one book, which I plan to review on here later. So June is a total fail. I don't feel relaxed at all. I may push back my relaxation time until August, because apparently I'm a masochist.

My goals for the rest of the year are as follows:

July: Maybe go to Trinidad? This can also be done in August. This is no longer a possibility. I'm working at the end of this month, with my summer placement and have a few things planned throughout, like LFCC - which was amazing. I'll probably go to Trinidad next year, hopefully.
August: Turn 21. I thought this would be easy, but I've been telling people that I'm going to skip 21 and turn 22 this year.
September: Attend graduation ceremony. Be graceful and stylish. I should probably start working on my walk. And find an outfit.
October: Go to America. My flights there and back are booked so this is definitely happening!
November: Read at one of those cool jazz poetry places that probably exist everywhere in New York. I mean, sure.
December: Figure out where my life is going in 2016. Oh boy.