unfulfilled...
I'm sitting here at work, just reading over old journal entries of ours. I'm extremely bored and I hate my job. I shouldn't be doing this, I should be doing something I want to do. Everyday I wish I could stop working and go back to school full time so I can just finish up, instead of taking 1-2 night classes a semester. It's just painfully slow and I'm inching towards the finish line not running like I want to be. In time I'll be doing something that I think I'll love doing, but that's in time. Not now, not a year from now, hell probably not even two years from now. Man I just wish I was someplace else...