Jan 18, 2005 10:52
I'm at work. In all honesty, I can't find a plausible reason for feeling this way (see hamster), but I do. I'm excited about SOMETHING, that's for sure.
I'd like to start a restuarant (or something smaller), or teach art, take photographs of my hitchhiking trip across the U.S. Not that I've taken a hitchhiking trip across the U.S. (these all have been done, but I care not, because I haven't).
In all reality, I couldn't take a trip anyway, since Jared is about to graduate and we're probably going to need to stay in one place for a while as new jobs are that way. But the other two still are possible! Do I need to follow up on my daydreams? No. That's what I love about this time of life. Fairly volatile, but so much potential. And, on the bright side of my having so little college education, I'm somewhat forced to look at strange options... like house cleaning. Ew. Lol nevermind. I'm not sure where I'm going. With this.
I've picked up a(nother) book... .Back Roads. Tawni O'Dell. Bad? Good?
And no more TV for me, been going for nearly a week, and it's fantastic. Testimonials.
Excited like a dog peeing itself... Okay maybe not. Gross. I like cats.
Still somewhat wishing things could have happened when I was older so I could have gone on a mission.
But I still can. Just have to wait a few decades.
I'd like to climb some trees in a big field. Watch a sunset or something.
I will not be sucked in by trite New Best-Sellers on socialites, druggies and mid-life crises women.