2006-01-21
Predictions on Twenty.
I can't find music I want to listen to. It's not that I don't have enough, or I'm tired of it. It's just that it seems too complex.
So, yeah, I don't think I want to be a teacher anymore. But I don't know what I want to do. What I really want to do is stay in school and get a Master's degree. Will anyone see that as a plausible option? I mean.. am I the kind of student that does that?
[Question: When, exactly, did I stop believing in myself?]
For fifteen minutes, I wanted to be a social worker. That was progresss. But it was only for fifteen minutes. It was the same fifteen minutes I was panicking over finding a "career". Now I am back to just plain old panicking over finding a summer job. I think I will solve this by taking two or three courses over the summer, as well: 15 hours a week never looked so good.
The music I'm listening to doesn't feel.. "clean" enough. That's the issue, I think. It's all too complex. I need something subtle; something that has the ability to slide underneath my skin.
There are birthday presents from my mother and my older sister, respectivly, sitting on my bookself. They both apear to be books. I would bet money they are both about a)weightloss or b)knitting. Sister number two (or three, if you'd like to go in complete genetic and numerical order) has yet to mail me anything. I requested a letter. Will I get it? O, suspense.
Twenty, so far, looks as though it will be a lot of effort.
suzza at 9:33 p.m.