I'm quickly coming to the end of my challenging stay here in Preskitt Like A Biscuit, AZ. That means making some choices. I could either
A)Stay here with a roommate, find some crappy job and maybe get some school under my belt.
B)Go back to San Diego and do something equally generic
C)Go to New York, work for the music company, try out some incredibly new things.
D)Get a nanny job in a new place, maybe overseas, maybe North Carolina, I don't know.
Whatever it is, I'm not worried about it. Time seems to be moving very slowly. I am freakishly aware of how young I am. I want to travel and read as many books as possible and see every old movie I've never seen. The kind where everyone wears hats and married people sleep in separate beds. More of that, please.
As for now, I'll keep doing what I'm doing for the next month until decisions are forced upon me. I'm sure I'll distract myself by ranting about recycling or consistently daydreaming that I'm actually a superhero but I have a terrible power like knowing the exact name of every phobia in the world. Not very super, but it qualifies just enough to mock me with it's irony every day.
Sound good? DEAL.
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