So, yesterday i saw Thank You For Smoking, a HIGHLY entertaining movie. I truly enjoyed it.
Also had some CRAZY conversations about our futures. Dream houses, careers wherein we could influence the way MILLIONS of people think, weddings, children.
Related note: two weeks ago, i was talking to my mom...
(the night i found out about her roach clip...ah, the love i have for my mother ever increases)
...and she mentioned that she wanted grandkids in 8 years. eight. years. from. now.
I will be 28. In 8 years i am expected to court/be courted by a delightful man, plan a wedding, MARRY, become financially and emotionally stable, possibly buy a house, get knocked up and have birth.
what. the. fuck? I don't even go on dates...and I have no future! Balls.
Seeing wedding dresses creeps me out. The fact that I am a senior in college next year also creeps me out.
omg, what am I doing?
I have a Physics test tomorrow that I can't bomb, so I plan on being awake all night, even though all that time is more than necessary for this test...i think.