Ho Hum
I'd like a job so that I can have money. With that money, I'd like to buy books. Specifically, books about other places. I'd like to read these books about places I have never been and may never visit. Is this cruel?
I'm having one of my existential moods. What am I doing? Here, in this town, in this state, on this planet...I want to do so much. I want to go into space. I want to spend a year in Alaska watching wolves. I want to write a novel. I want to learn how to play the guitar. I want to be a photographer. I want to be a graphic artist. I want to design jewelry. I want to be a historian. I want to adopt a cat. Or a dog. Or both. I want to be a computer genius. I want to own a ranch. I want to work for the government. I want to work abroad. I want to work in a bookstore. I want a koi fish tattoo. I want to eat a cranberry scone every day.
*le sigh*
I am full of uncertainty that is not so much depressing as it is frightening. Damn these transitional phases. I know they will make me stronger, but in the meantime, they suck. I am so underwhelmed by my life and I do not appreciate that. Not at all.
We're changing the house a bit, so that's something. I can't wait to change my room. It is so unfinished and very high school, complete with an obscured Orlando Bloom poster.
*shakes head*
I cannot force myself to grow up, but I can change my room in anticipation. And my wardrobe. I have become such a clothes fiend. I don't know where that came from, but there it is.
I need a cat.
I'm having one of my existential moods. What am I doing? Here, in this town, in this state, on this planet...I want to do so much. I want to go into space. I want to spend a year in Alaska watching wolves. I want to write a novel. I want to learn how to play the guitar. I want to be a photographer. I want to be a graphic artist. I want to design jewelry. I want to be a historian. I want to adopt a cat. Or a dog. Or both. I want to be a computer genius. I want to own a ranch. I want to work for the government. I want to work abroad. I want to work in a bookstore. I want a koi fish tattoo. I want to eat a cranberry scone every day.
*le sigh*
I am full of uncertainty that is not so much depressing as it is frightening. Damn these transitional phases. I know they will make me stronger, but in the meantime, they suck. I am so underwhelmed by my life and I do not appreciate that. Not at all.
We're changing the house a bit, so that's something. I can't wait to change my room. It is so unfinished and very high school, complete with an obscured Orlando Bloom poster.
*shakes head*
I cannot force myself to grow up, but I can change my room in anticipation. And my wardrobe. I have become such a clothes fiend. I don't know where that came from, but there it is.
I need a cat.