Tea party
I have fallen in love again with jasmine tea, and I am glad I had the foresight to bring back so much of it from China (though at this point I'm wishing I would have brought back more). What is so great about it is that its flavor is so light. It takes away the chemical taste of city water without adding much of its own flavor. In short: it makes water taste like it ought to taste.
I set up my internship at the Lawrenceburg Animal Clinic today. I'm still excited about the veterinarian thing. I just hope that my experience there won't turn me away from it and into the unknown again. I just keep hoping that I've figured out what I want to do with my life and it scares me when I'm unsure. It seems like in that case, like when you're young an lost, the best thing to do is to stop all activity and just wait. But while waiting you have nothing to do but think about the possibility that you might never be found. But, as depressing as that sounds, I really do think that I would love being a veterinarian. The goal is to find a career that doesn't leave me dreading Monday morning come Sunday evening.
I'm sick of classes. I've started to dead Monday mornings beginning around Saturday afternoon. So much for my earlier claims to want to be a professional student. I'm ready for Christmas cookies, watching that old Rudolph movie and playing board games for hours upon hours a day. That is, assuming I can find anyone who is willing to play board games with me, which often proves to be a big assumption.
I've started to read books on personal finance. I really am like some old lady trapped in a young person's body. Which is fine with me. Especially since it gives me time to pile money into my retirement accounts.
I set up my internship at the Lawrenceburg Animal Clinic today. I'm still excited about the veterinarian thing. I just hope that my experience there won't turn me away from it and into the unknown again. I just keep hoping that I've figured out what I want to do with my life and it scares me when I'm unsure. It seems like in that case, like when you're young an lost, the best thing to do is to stop all activity and just wait. But while waiting you have nothing to do but think about the possibility that you might never be found. But, as depressing as that sounds, I really do think that I would love being a veterinarian. The goal is to find a career that doesn't leave me dreading Monday morning come Sunday evening.
I'm sick of classes. I've started to dead Monday mornings beginning around Saturday afternoon. So much for my earlier claims to want to be a professional student. I'm ready for Christmas cookies, watching that old Rudolph movie and playing board games for hours upon hours a day. That is, assuming I can find anyone who is willing to play board games with me, which often proves to be a big assumption.
I've started to read books on personal finance. I really am like some old lady trapped in a young person's body. Which is fine with me. Especially since it gives me time to pile money into my retirement accounts.