Measure a year

What are the odds that my gym crush likes me, too?

I saw rent for the third time last night, with a new playmate. Well, for now he is. Can't be more than that, yet. Nah. Gym crush still is on top of my to-do list.

The same excitement I had when I first saw the movie version still runs through me even after the 3rd time. Why?

I got to thinking about the song "Seasons of Love" and about the question of measuring a year in our lives, and I made a list:

How do I measure a year in my life:

1. In the new friends I make. Too few.
2. In the smiles I make each day. Very seldom.
3. In the text messages I send.Too many.
4. In the Starbucks coffee I drink. Too much.
5. In the number of times I attended Yoga classes. Not enough.
6. In the books I read. Or left unfinished.
7. In the CK underwear I buy. An ex said my underwear is more expensive than the cost of all my other clothes combined.
8. In the photographs I take. Getting better and better.
9. In the new places I explore. Wish I could travel the world now.
10. In the number of parking tickets. Why do I have to pay extra just to shop and window shop?
11. In the number of traffic citations I get. From people who do not understand what swerving means.
12. In the bribes I pay for these traffic citations. We are a nation of corruption.
13. In the liters of gas I consume. I love driving and road trips and...
14. In the ounces of canned tuna I eat. Tuna will never give you a six-pack!
15. In the liters of Pepsi I drink. I love soda. Why Pepsi? Ricky Martin.
16. In the blogs I write. That nobody reads.
17. In the happy birthdays I sing. Which means nothing.
18. In my car mileage. Abnormally high.
19. In the hugs and kisses my nephew Robbie gives me. Plenty and love it.
20. In the agents that get hired. Cheers to the employed!
21. In the agents that get fired. Good thing we have people to do the dirty work .
22. In the times I get into BED. Not enough! But I have this no-BF-no-BED policy.
23. In the bluefrogs I drink. Same as #22. Alcoholic na ba ako?
24. In the Icons I collect. Which means 4 issues a year hmmmpppp.
25. In the Sureseats reservations I make. Or ditch?
26. In the DVDs I watch. He he counterfeit, that is.
27. In the journal pages I write. Ah just enough to write my memoirs.
28. In the cups of instant coffee I drink. Too much, considering I get Starbucks, too.
29. In the yoga poses I manage to achieve. Hmmm had to work harder at it.
30. In the new gadgets I acquire. Am a gadget slut.
31. In the number of sleeping pills I take. OTC pills, not about to be a drug dependent. A vampire with no casket.
32. In the number of greeting cards I get from my World Vision kids. Not much, but 2 kids off to school is better than nothing.
33. In the number of Jolibee breakfasts I get. Fastfood has its advantages.
34. In the number of carwashes. Takes too much time per wash.
35. In my dates. Am not really seriously dating. Too straight a practice for my taste.
36. In my rubber consumption. Durex will be devastated this year.
37. In the mope albums I burn. Hopefully, less.
38. In the gym crushes I have. Hopefully, crush becomes BF.
39. In the TEN bottles I consume. Not much, but still excessive, since only one way to get it.
40. In the eBay purchases I make. My credit is maxed. Love it.
41. In the number of times I call my mom. Or how I avoid these calls.

I'll add to this as I go along my journey. You can help me with more ways to measure a year.