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In forty five minutes I have my last Science GR for the semester. Fairly exciting I guess. Everyone else is studying frantically, but not me. I know what I know and what I don't, I don't. I don't really plan on learning anything ground breaking right before I walk into the test...who cares?
Then, after the test, I'm going to the gym. I really want to kick the bag and such, but I should probably do more cardio seeing as how we have to take our PT test Monday (boo!) Did I mention we are taking the test outside? Did I also mention that there is currently about four inches of snow on the ground? But whatever.
After the gym its showering, cleaning my room, and off to the mountains for my fun-filled weekend of skiiing!! That's right ladies and gentlemen, Ciara Rowley is off posing as a snow bunny at Brekenridge. Will she be successful? Probbaly not. But is she going to have a blast? Definatly. The truth is, I would be willing to be attacked by a pride of lions if it meant getting away from this shithole for the weekend. As everyone already knows...I HATE THIS FUCKING PLACE.
After the weekend, it's practically two weeks until I'm back in Daytona.. the place that once felt like home but now it just filled with awkward moments. Neeedless to say THAT place is a lot better than here too. At least the food it ediable.
PV=NRT....Just thought I should throw a little science into the mix.
I hope you don't mind my long, rambling entries, and I really don't expect you to read them. I just don't talk much anywhere else.
I can't wait until this year is over and I can forget this dream that I had. Bad Idea. Bad, bad idea. But now I know that. At least I won't spend my life thinking I missed something amazing. I really want to be an event planner. Seriously, how fun would be to plan parties? I don't know how one gets that kind of gig though. I think you probably have to take business classes and such which would undoubtly be even worse than P School classes (go figure). And then I'm thinking about opening up my own daycare center because I do really, really love kids. But then I think about all the liability and getting suied and someone coming to my daycare with the chicken pox or lice and loosing my job. Farfetched? I don't think so. And the truth of the matter is, I really, really, really want to do something with writing. But I DON'T want to be a journalist, and I DON'T want to be an English teacher. So where does that get me? Only where talent alone can get me, and let me promise you, my talent is pretty bland. I really want to write a play for Broadway. More specificly, I want to write a Broadway play about the P school. A funny one. Like the Producers funny, not like the Monty Python and the Holy Grail funny (no offence to any fans). But I don't know. Pretty lame idea. The conclusion? I might be stuck here only becuase I have no where else to. Which is a horrible reason to choose your future. Close pin voting, like picking the president: it only ends in heartache.
I just wish someone would tell me what to do. I wish someone would walk up to me and say, "Hey, Ciara. This is God. Run away to Fucking New York City, and forget all this shit." or even, "Suck it up and take it up the ass. At the end of five years, you'll be glad you're at the Academy." But right now, nothing. I don't know what I want.
So I'm trying not to think about it. I just think about skiing this weekend. I'm really excited. I think its going to be pretty amazing, personally. Did I mention I'm going with Josh? :)
Then, after the test, I'm going to the gym. I really want to kick the bag and such, but I should probably do more cardio seeing as how we have to take our PT test Monday (boo!) Did I mention we are taking the test outside? Did I also mention that there is currently about four inches of snow on the ground? But whatever.
After the gym its showering, cleaning my room, and off to the mountains for my fun-filled weekend of skiiing!! That's right ladies and gentlemen, Ciara Rowley is off posing as a snow bunny at Brekenridge. Will she be successful? Probbaly not. But is she going to have a blast? Definatly. The truth is, I would be willing to be attacked by a pride of lions if it meant getting away from this shithole for the weekend. As everyone already knows...I HATE THIS FUCKING PLACE.
After the weekend, it's practically two weeks until I'm back in Daytona.. the place that once felt like home but now it just filled with awkward moments. Neeedless to say THAT place is a lot better than here too. At least the food it ediable.
PV=NRT....Just thought I should throw a little science into the mix.
I hope you don't mind my long, rambling entries, and I really don't expect you to read them. I just don't talk much anywhere else.
I can't wait until this year is over and I can forget this dream that I had. Bad Idea. Bad, bad idea. But now I know that. At least I won't spend my life thinking I missed something amazing. I really want to be an event planner. Seriously, how fun would be to plan parties? I don't know how one gets that kind of gig though. I think you probably have to take business classes and such which would undoubtly be even worse than P School classes (go figure). And then I'm thinking about opening up my own daycare center because I do really, really love kids. But then I think about all the liability and getting suied and someone coming to my daycare with the chicken pox or lice and loosing my job. Farfetched? I don't think so. And the truth of the matter is, I really, really, really want to do something with writing. But I DON'T want to be a journalist, and I DON'T want to be an English teacher. So where does that get me? Only where talent alone can get me, and let me promise you, my talent is pretty bland. I really want to write a play for Broadway. More specificly, I want to write a Broadway play about the P school. A funny one. Like the Producers funny, not like the Monty Python and the Holy Grail funny (no offence to any fans). But I don't know. Pretty lame idea. The conclusion? I might be stuck here only becuase I have no where else to. Which is a horrible reason to choose your future. Close pin voting, like picking the president: it only ends in heartache.
I just wish someone would tell me what to do. I wish someone would walk up to me and say, "Hey, Ciara. This is God. Run away to Fucking New York City, and forget all this shit." or even, "Suck it up and take it up the ass. At the end of five years, you'll be glad you're at the Academy." But right now, nothing. I don't know what I want.
So I'm trying not to think about it. I just think about skiing this weekend. I'm really excited. I think its going to be pretty amazing, personally. Did I mention I'm going with Josh? :)