Hmmm... Changing my program and starting a new job
Unmarried, don't gamble & not of age to drink, no children, i don't like to gossip, i'm quiet, polite, quick, i'm undecided about my career path... i've got to be the boring girl at work...
Well, it's time I've mastered the 1: "Hmmm, Well I'm in first year chemistry and it's hard work. I'm thinking of changing majors to biology for next year, because I'm more interested in the courses.", and the 2: "I'm not sure what I will do after... but... hmm" (please return to number 1). Sometimes I feel deceiving. --All the while, managing to not appear as a lone fawn makes its way through the fog of cool mornings in british columbia to dance its hoofs cross the slick and radiant black winding road.
the rummaging timber wolves, in tens, a pack of two: they salivate in response to this new piece of flesh, not far in the distance. they are mere shadows of the cool, thirsty tundra forest. Just a few notches up on the food chain.
The hunter-gatherers guarded their winter supply of food in double-layered linen knapsacks. Huddled close together, their breaths, slight, and cold; their hands frigid and precise. They are tired physically. But they're eyes follow the wolf pack with intent.
Guess what job I took on today!
Well, it's time I've mastered the 1: "Hmmm, Well I'm in first year chemistry and it's hard work. I'm thinking of changing majors to biology for next year, because I'm more interested in the courses.", and the 2: "I'm not sure what I will do after... but... hmm" (please return to number 1). Sometimes I feel deceiving. --All the while, managing to not appear as a lone fawn makes its way through the fog of cool mornings in british columbia to dance its hoofs cross the slick and radiant black winding road.
the rummaging timber wolves, in tens, a pack of two: they salivate in response to this new piece of flesh, not far in the distance. they are mere shadows of the cool, thirsty tundra forest. Just a few notches up on the food chain.
The hunter-gatherers guarded their winter supply of food in double-layered linen knapsacks. Huddled close together, their breaths, slight, and cold; their hands frigid and precise. They are tired physically. But they're eyes follow the wolf pack with intent.
Guess what job I took on today!