Decisions..Decisions...
Haven't updated this thing in months. 4 months to be exact.
I hate that this is my last summer as a college student. I hate even more, the fact that I work at the ice cream stand. Ah, it's better than packing (no offense Sarah) but it still means that I must interact with idiots.
I didn't mention this to anyone, but I actually recovered my stolen CDs from the police station. For 10 months I've been living off of itunes and random Christian artists that visited Messiah. But now I have been listening to mixes that Scott made me and mixes that I made back in my Napster days. So if any of you see a White Beretta cruising around P-Ville blaring "Just to be the Next to Be With You" by Mr. Big..you'll know the culprit.
I've been wondering a bit about what's going to become of me after school. I'm thinking of just going straight through to grad school. Really, it's just to put off student loans and to avoid having to actually become a grown up with a career and everything. Another reason is that I just...can't go away to school for 4 years and just..find myself stickin' around South Jersey. There have always been two options that I've had for myself: The first is that, in the unlikely event that I'd find myself a fellow at college, I'd probably settle down wherever that would lead me and go to grad school somewhere close that person. Yeah, yeah, roll your eyes feminisits..I said I'd still GO to grad school. The second option is that I'd head out West and stay with my sisters and Beriah.
However, I do not have a significant other..and I really don't think the West Coast would provide me with what it has provided my sisters. So there in lies my position. Grad school or work? Seminary or Culinary school? Decisions, decisions..
It's times like this when I hate money and loans and jobs and decisions. If I could spend the rest of my life sitting in a class room and just learn something new about something I love, I'd be happier than anything.
I hate that this is my last summer as a college student. I hate even more, the fact that I work at the ice cream stand. Ah, it's better than packing (no offense Sarah) but it still means that I must interact with idiots.
I didn't mention this to anyone, but I actually recovered my stolen CDs from the police station. For 10 months I've been living off of itunes and random Christian artists that visited Messiah. But now I have been listening to mixes that Scott made me and mixes that I made back in my Napster days. So if any of you see a White Beretta cruising around P-Ville blaring "Just to be the Next to Be With You" by Mr. Big..you'll know the culprit.
I've been wondering a bit about what's going to become of me after school. I'm thinking of just going straight through to grad school. Really, it's just to put off student loans and to avoid having to actually become a grown up with a career and everything. Another reason is that I just...can't go away to school for 4 years and just..find myself stickin' around South Jersey. There have always been two options that I've had for myself: The first is that, in the unlikely event that I'd find myself a fellow at college, I'd probably settle down wherever that would lead me and go to grad school somewhere close that person. Yeah, yeah, roll your eyes feminisits..I said I'd still GO to grad school. The second option is that I'd head out West and stay with my sisters and Beriah.
However, I do not have a significant other..and I really don't think the West Coast would provide me with what it has provided my sisters. So there in lies my position. Grad school or work? Seminary or Culinary school? Decisions, decisions..
It's times like this when I hate money and loans and jobs and decisions. If I could spend the rest of my life sitting in a class room and just learn something new about something I love, I'd be happier than anything.