Hope Chest
So I have some exciting news…which I’m only blogging about so early because I’m really freaking excited about it 
In April, Booth and I are getting an apartment
Ya I know, I’ve only been dating Booth since February, but it’s not like we’re getting an apartment next week…we’re getting one in ten months from now. By that point, we will have been together for a year and a bit. We are both starting to save up money now for first and last as well as some furniture. I’m excited about it; although I know many people will probably say “it’s too soon for you to be tied down like that”, or whatever…but I’ll be the judge of that. I know better than anyone else when something is too soon for me.
Besides, like Kiwi said…”Some times the best things in life happened in an instant you know. Not everything takes a life time to develop. Living in the moment makes the best memories“. She’s right.
So after Christmas, Booth and I will start collecting things for our apartment. As of right now, I’m going to focus on getting my license and finding a job that pays decent yet fits my college schedule. Today I drove to my grandma’s, and I think I did well. On the way home, my mom didn’t correct me on anything - and on the way there she barely had to correct me. All she really did was give directions and make small reminders (that I already knew). I think I will definitely be ready for my test by the 22nd.
I still haven’t heard back from the hospital yet. I’m hoping I won’t have to have that surgery until early August. I really want to get my license as soon as possible. I love driving, I really don’t know why I feared it in the first place. I’m way more comfortable behind the wheel now, and I don’t get anxious at all. For long trips I do get a little restless, but meh. I will just have to have rest stops where I can get out and move around.
But ya, I just thought I’d mention how excited I am to be getting my own place soon! And *if* Booth and I break up (which I sincerely doubt we will and I will seriously give up on love if thats the case) then I’ll still get an apartment anyway. The one we’re looking at is affordable and in the nice area of town, so yay. But ya like I said, I doubt Booth and I will break up. I really do believe he’s in it for the long haul, after all the drama and crap that’s been going on, he’s still here and still treating me way better than I deserve!
Posted by Sarcastica @
5:19 pm |
Waste Some Time With You
So today I got to spend the day hanging out with Booth. We didn’t do much of anything; just watched a couple movies and cuddled. I annoyed him by forcing him to partake in a “photo session”. I took some pretty wicked pictures out in the garage, the lighting was just perfect. You can check them out on Facebook…and if you aren’t my friend then just wait for them to eventually appear on Flickr. Cause they will…one day. Dialup is slow as hell though so don’t expect much from me folks! I’m lucky if I can get photos to upload to Facebook or get this blog to load, half the time it doesn’t…knock on wood (I’m in the middle of uploading the photos to Facebook now).
Anyways, tomorrow I have another in car. Bah. I forgot to call the office and reschedule my appointment that I missed last week. It was supposed to be on Thursday, but it completely slipped my mind due to everything happening and I forgot to show up. I was babysitting. My instructor showed up at Dragon’s house and told Booth that I would have to call to reschedule the half hour lesson I had missed before tomorrows full hour lesson, because apparently he wanted to take me into a bigger town. Unfortunately I completely forgot to call the office on Friday, and its closed during the weekend…then Monday was the doctors appointment and today I almost forgot about it. I called to late though, and they can’t switch my lesson around because it’s too “short notice” and I would have to pay fifty bucks to do so. Because I owe fifty bucks for missing that one lesson, I decided I’ll just show up and hope that the instructor feels I’m ready to go to town. If not, well I’m screwed.
This whole driving lesson stuff is really frustration. I don’t feel like I’m learning anything spectacular, and its costing a crap load of money. Sigh. I guess that’s just how these kind of places make their money though, by forgetful people like myself.
So I’ve decided to do the bar night with the ladies…and I’m bringing Booth and a million other guy friends. I suppose I can’t really knock it until I try it, and I haven’t actually celebrated being 19 yet. Not to mention, it’ll be cheaper than going on a regular night.
Anywho, that’s all I’ve got for the moment. I’m going to wait until these photos upload on Facebook, then I’ll be making my reading rounds. Woop woop!
Posted by Sarcastica @
8:41 pm |
Throw the party of the month? Nah the party of the year!
Yeah…I’m quoting Aaron Carter. That just goes to show how desperate I am for a freaking title today. I’m surprised I can even still come up with those things! Soon I’ll give up and just start numbering them or something.
Anyways, only 10 more days until I’m legal! Woot! Yep, the countdown has most definitely begun. Normally, I don’t get overly excited about my birthday…but this time I’m going to be 19! I’ll be able to drink freely at restaurants and bars! No more fake id for me, haha just kidding I never actually had a fake id. I didn’t know where to get them…
So since I haven’t actually thrown a party since like the late ’90s early ’00s, I wanted to make this year my year for a wicked awesome party. It helps that I turn legal this year, therefore I’m hoping my parents wouldn’t forbid drinking. My friends and I are all at that age now where we’ve been drinking [somewhat illegally] for 4 years now and getting rip roaring drunk is no longer fun. Plus I know and trust all of my friends to not make idiots out of themselves.
I want to have a huge camp out/BBQ/pool party. Obviously the pool party would happen before everyone started drinking - I’m not dumb and I don’t have my lifeguard certificate. Plus I don’t know many people who want to actually start drinking at 2pm. Except for the lushes, who wouldn’t if nobody else is. I already know that I would not be drinking, and neither would Booth (since we want to combine our parties and friends). We both would be too paranoid to drink. We definitely know how to control a party but still make it fun - heck we did it to McShout’s party until she decided to sneak guys back in. That wouldn’t be an issue at my party because the guys would still be there. One side of the lawn would be girl’s camping central and the other side of the lawn would be guy’s camping central. We wouldn’t have to worry about people sneaking into each others tents because that sort of looses the appeal by the time you turn 17 or 18. Besides, half of us girls already see our guys on a regular basis and girl time is way cooler 
I’m hoping that my parents remember the fact that I have camped co-ed before with the recreational group. Heck I used to date a fellow volunteer and we never did anything while camping.
Anyways, I have no idea when I’m going to throw this wicked awesome party [or if I'm even allowed to have it for that matter] since I’m still waiting for a surgery date and the weekend of my birthday seems to be filled up. I’m going to be babysitting Grinch’s boys and Sunday is father’s day, you can’t really walk into that hungover (or not hungover in my case, just super tired from making sure nobody does stupid things). The following weekend I was hoping to go to Karen’s place with Booth so Karen could spread some of her HTML coding, graphic making magic.
Then on July 1st I’m planning on going on a road trip with Dragon to see Theory of a Deadman 
I love their music, although unfortunately I don’t own any albums 
their music is quite catchy though! July 8th is my trip to a theme park, and July 12th is totally Edgefest!
Hopefully I can do all these things before my surgery. It sort of bums me out that I made plans for a wicked awesome summer and then might not get to do half the stuff I planned because I might be a tad bit laid up. All my other summers have sort of been dab and boring…especially last summer, when I was working full time at the rec group and too exhausted to read let alone go to concerts or throw parties.
This year thus far I’m jobless. I sort of put my job hunting on hold because, as my mom pointed out, why start a job you’re just going to have to quit for a surgery? It doesn’t make much sense now does it? Not to mention, everything is basically taken up for this summer. All those good jobs, gone.
Ugh. So many issues, so little time. I still have to figure out what I’m doing with the rest of my life. I wish I could be Peter Pan and never have to grow up haha I’m sure thats a bit unreasonable, but I do wish that there wasn’t so much pressure being put on me to make a decision - and the right one at that. How do you know what the right one is?
I have a feeling there is going to be another depression anyway, and then everyone will be out of the job and education won’t matter at all. I’ve already started digging my hole, how bout you? Humans have screwed up royally and I just know we’re going to pay for it. I hope not in my lifetime though!
Jeez I have such a bleak outlook on things. Meh. Comes with being a pessimist/realitist (my invented word for someone who acknowledges that bad things can happen and most likely will).
Posted by Sarcastica @
11:17 am |
Smiling
Ok so be prepared for one of those totally gushy intros, in which I blab on and on about how lucky I am. Deal with it…I’m happy, so you all get to listen to me ramble about why I’m happy.
As I previously mentioned, today was Booth’s birthday. I came over bright and early with breakfast in bed (which was half a tea and half a bagel since I don’t have two dimes to rub together). I gave him the card and present that I got him - and his face lit up for both. The shoes were pretty sweet if I do say so myself, and his eyebrow lifted at the card I got him. I figured out why at dinner…apparently the singing card I got that sings “Lady Marmalade” means “will you have sex with me tonight?” in French. Yes people, I had no idea what that very popular song meant until Dragon, my mother and Booth’s mother told me what it meant. How mortifying. If I had known what that meant, I wouldn’t have excitedly shown Booth’s mother and my mother at dinner. Anyways, after I gave him his gift…his mother came over and took the two of us out for lunch. It was really good - I got the Balsamic Chicken Penne and Booth got the Chicken Penne meal. Booth’s mom got a salad and we ordered a fruity cocktail (which I loved) for me and beer for Booth.
After lunch, I actually went and had a nap because I really haven’t been feeling so hot lately. My back and bones have just been killing me and my lovely lady cramps don’t help the matter. Around 7 or 8 my mom came over for some dinner and cake and we were joined by Booth’s mom as well. That was fun. It was good seeing my mom out of the house socially. Even though she doesn’t really know Dragon and Booth’s mom, I just thought she should be out of the house and hanging out. We just basically talked about how I really need to work on my French, Booth and how awesome he is, the party on the weekend, and Dragon’s worries about her still broken and painful fingers. Mom had to leave early, but I’m hoping she’ll want to hang out with Dragon and Booth’s mom again.
After everyone left, Dragon, Booth and I were chilling in the garage talking about my future endeavours. Now I know this is going to come as a shock to some people (total sarcasm there by the way folks) but I’m not too sure I want to do Child and Youth Work. Like I would really love to be a Child and Youth Worker, but I honestly don’t know if I can handle it. I don’t think I could be the kind of person who is able to get attached without getting attached and leave work dramas at work. I would totally be the type of person who brings it home and thinks about it and what I could have done. So on Sunday I applied for the General Business Admin program at the same college I was planning on attending. Business is one of those programs that you can definitely branch off into and that there is endless of possibilities for. I can branch off in to focusing more on writing or whatever I want to do really. I’ve always thought it would be cool to have my own business, or at least have extended knowledge in business.
I can just picture all of my readers slapping their foreheads and exclaiming in strained voices “Holy crap Sarcastica! Pick something already!”. Yes I know, I’ve changed my mind a lot. I still want to do all of my ideas, but here’s the list broken down for ya:
- There isn’t a whole heck of a lot of steady work in Journalism.
- It’s really a 50/50% chance if I make it as a writer…
- I am completely and totally the kind of person who would take home my work as a Child and Youth Worker. I don’t think I would be able to get the situations of clients out of my head, and if I couldn’t help a child I would certainly stress about it. I also don’t think I’m very good at it anymore…since I suck with dealing with all that stuff that’s going on now.
So you can see why I would be considering doing a totally completely different program, one that I hadn’t really given much consideration over in the past. I really think taking a Business course would be a smart move. I think I would like it a lot. It may not be what I had in mind, but it could be better. It would be more easier on my bones.
Now all I have to do is call the college and see if I even qualify for that program. If not…well I really don’t know what I’m going to do. Probably take the courses required to get in, because 3 years in school is a lot of money to throw away.
I think the school boards made a bad decision when they took away grade 13. Somebody slap me already, holy frig.
Anyways, I’m super excited now and full of non-stop chatter because I stole the Internet hookup in Booth’s room and brought my laptop over, so now I can go online and actually give this blog a somewhat decent post because I don’t feel bad for “hogging” the computer
Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. I’m staying over at Dragon’s because tomorrow she has an appointment at the fracture clinic about her wrist, and Booth has to drive her so I have to watch the boys - which I have no problem doing. I plan on cleaning up a bit for Dragon (and Booth’s bedroom is SUPER messy - that’s where I have to stay when I come over. He gets the couch) and work on my story ideas. Dragon and I were talking tonight about how she also loves writing. Hopefully she thinks I’m good…that’s one of my biggest insecurities and why I don’t let people read my work. I’m terrified they’ll start laughing and be all like “OMG Sarcastica you SUCK!”
And this evening’s treat; the random-ass sappy story of the day: Before going downstairs for one finial smoke, Booth came over to me and kissed me, paused after a moment and looked down at my shirt collar. I was confused and looked down and guess what was there? The claddagh ring he bought me like 3 weeks ago that I lost after only having it for three days!! I missed it so much, even after only wearing it for a solid two days. He found it when cleaning his room - it was at the bottom of the garbage bag from when I had been cleaning his room. It was so movie-like and sweet. I totally feel like a sap ass!
Posted by Sarcastica @
10:44 pm |
Looky Looky, I’ve been playing blog hooky!
I have no idea if that’s how you actually spell hooky but just pretend I spelt it right if I didn’t, okay? No mentions on how I should spell check my posts…I’m trying to learn how to spell without help of spell check (which isn’t always right away).
So like the title of this post suggests, I’ve been playing hooky for a couple of days from my blog and dear readers. I really have just gotten busy and not really been around the computer, plus I’m also at Booth’s for the weekend. Needless to say there are tons of things to write about today (if I have time, Booth is in the shower for the moment but the second he gets out he’ll be hoovering over top and trying to see what I’m doing - which is why I don’t blog at his house…as boyfriends, as a rule, can’t read content unless I show them the posts they can read and then immediately clear the web history). I’m all secretive like that yo!
So ya, first on the agenda (to blog about that is) is the super awesome new design that my super amazing cousin Karen did (like 2 days ago) that I love love love! I do like it better then the other design, although I loved that one too. Purple is my all time favourite colour, so whoot!
Next on the agenda is I spoke to the old Program Director of the rec group, you know…the one that suddenly quit and all that. He’s one of my good friends and stuff, so I was confused as to all the sudden changes. Anyway, I found out that because we are friends and the board of directors or whatever butted heads with him so much, they aren’t planning on hiring me. They told him (when he was still working there) that I can’t follow direction and didn’t work as hard as the other students. This really pisses me off because I followed direction better then anyone else working there, and I worked just as hard - if not harder. Yes, I know I couldn’t do camp set ups because I wasn’t physically able, but I did a hell of a lot more work in the office then any of the other summer students.
So the past few days I’ve been busy job hunting. I blew the interview at Blockbusters hard core so I definitely won’t be working there. While the story is funny, it’s kind of frustrating [to me] but I’ll share it anyway. So it was a group interview that I went to with my sister Kate. There were 3 other people being interviewed at the same time as us, and my friend who happens to work there was sitting in on the interview. So I was insanely nervous. I’ve never had to “audition” for a job before. Ever. I screwed up majorly on two of the interview questions, which where: Tell us a story you have of working with a difficult costumer? and Quote a line from a movie.
I just so happened to spill the beans on the one horrible costumer I had a few times during my era as a Timmies Hoe. He was an elderly man who I had two run ins with. The first one was when I was in the little Timmies in the gas station, he came in and demanded I put milk in his coffee - right after the cream exploded all over the ground (which I was trying to clean up) and after I had already explained to him that I ran out of milk. He couldn’t understand why I couldn’t just go over to the other Tims and get some milk for him, and since I was the only Tim Hortons employee in the kiosk, I couldn’t leave. I tried to explain to him why I couldn’t leave but he was such an asshat that I told him to go inside if he really wanted milk. This pissed him off and he left in a huff. Then about a month later, I saw him inside. I had just taken over the till for someone to go on their break, and his line up was huge because he was absolutely slow. So I decided to speed things along and cut a couple unneccesary words from the greeting - in a non-rude way. He got pissed because I didn’t say please when I told him the total. Don’t forget I was like 15 and it was my first job, and I had never heard of this “$7.90 please” stuff before. I never had said it before and nobody had ever gotten upset with me before. He flipped though, and said that he was going to teach me some manors because all “fast food employees” didn’t have them. I got angry with him and told him that if he didn’t like the service, don’t come back. He didn’t…as far as I know. Anyways ya, that was the story I told them. Clearly not the best one, since Blockbusters follows the costumer is always right policy.
Oh but it gets worse, far worse.
Guess what movie quote I came up with? Out of all the movies in the world, I just had to pick this line. I honestly couldn’t think of anything else, my mind was blank. And before I said it I asked if we had to keep it PG or if swearing was ok (since its a quote). They said we were all old enough to be cool with swearing and allowed it. So I said, with my face red because I hate swearing near authority figures…
Get these mother f**king snakes off my mother f**king plane.
Yep, you should have seen everyone’s jaw hit the floor. They all laughed afterwards mind you, but…still. Talk about a disaster. Now that I never want to enter another Blockbusters again…
So ya. I’m jobless at the moment, and still hunting.
Posted by Sarcastica @
9:35 am |
Protected: You Asked For It!
Posted by Sarcastica @
4:11 pm | Enter your password to view comments
Protected: Are You In?
Posted by Sarcastica @
9:05 pm | Enter your password to view comments
So now the scramble to figure things out begins
Yesterday, I posted about the lovely news of being accepted into all three of my college choices - which is great, but at the same time kind of shitty because now I have to make the decision of where I want to go, and I’ve got to do it fast. Yes, I know I technically have until May 1st, but all of the entrance bursaries for each of the schools are due within the next couple of weeks. So I should decide fast, right?
So far, college choice #2 sounds the most persuasive. They sent a bunch of information for me; not just about my program and the health/dental plan either, but about what activities the school and town had to offer. It sounds so exciting! Plus it’s close to Joel, Mel and Karen, and as a bonus; Karen and Daren both cook amazingly baha just kidding, I mean that I have family close by if anything were to happen. It’s a bigger city too, with more job opportunities available. And more clubs by September, I’ll be nineteen!
So college choice #2 is what my little heart is pining for now…but with all of the great things it offers, it is very far away. I have an offer for a roommate, but I don’t think my dad would approve. My mom doesn’t really approve, heck the only person who would support me there is probably Karen. I suppose my parents do have reason to be all “NOT A CHANCE IN HELL” because I haven’t “known” him that long. I do know him though. Yes folks, I’m talking about the boyfriend. He offered to move with me because he doesn’t think 4 hours of space sounds like a heck of a lot of fun. Mom would prefer if I moved up there by myself, or with a female friend…
I know how 25 minutes of distance worked out last time, and yes NSN was a complete douche bag but distance does change a person, so that thought is scary. I like things how they are now. I don’t want to complicate things so soon on. Booth isn’t the kind of person to bail out on someone anyway; even if we as a couple didn’t work out (and honestly folks, I can’t see that happening) then he would still be there to be my roommate.
We’re both Gemini’s, and we both do have quite the temper…but the funny thing is Booth knows when I’m angry and I know when he’s angry. We either stay clear of each other for a couple minutes/hours, or talk things out. Usually it’s the second because half the time the arguments or whatever are completely bogus things. Booth and I both came from pretty shitty relationships and therefore subconsciously fear the worst. But we’ve come a long way, and Booth is the most patient and understanding person I know.
Despite how perfect of a roommate he’d be, I’m still hesitant because I don’t want to ask him to pack up all his stuff and move away from his friends and family again. It’s not easy to do that, and he feels like he just got home. We’re both between a rock and a hard place though because we know that 4 hours of distance between each other just sucks hardcore.
I know, I know…I shouldn’t be making my college decision based on a boyfriend, especially a “new” boyfriend. But if you knew us and our relationship, you would be considering it too. Booth is a great catch and guy. Sure, he has his flaws and I know his flaws, but what’s a person without flaws? A Stepford Wife? Yeah. I don’t need a Stepford Wife. Booth and I have been upfront and honest about everything, even the dirtiest of laundry so I have no worries there.
I’m the kind of person who loves cuddles, and a 4 hour drive for about 2 hours of cuddling just doesn’t seem like a smart decision. Hello gas prices and early bankruptcy!
Ugh. Pros and cons then shall we?
Pros:
- It is one of the finest colleges in Canada.
- They offer a lot of student services, and ranks above the provincial average in student satisfaction, employer satisfaction and graduation employment (which means it’s more likely to get a job after college).
- The town it’s located in is one of the 10 bigger cities of Ontario, which means more people. And job opportunities. This means more of a chance of flourishing and finding friends who aren’t mindless sheep who conform to fit in.
- It’s not that expensive to get an apartment somewhere, and with help from student loans and stuff it’s definitely something I can afford. I’m sure Value Village would have some furniture available!
- I have heard better things about this program then the other school’s program. It’s located near a Children’s Aid Society, and if I worked my butt off then I could land myself a job very quick!
Cons:
- It is 4 hours from home…and I know I would probably miss my parents and sisters quite a bit. And my friends of course.
- If Booth came with me, he would be making a huge sacrifice. I don’t want to ask him to make any huge sacrifices for me, because if things don’t work out then he’d be bitter. Or he would be bitter and things wouldn’t work out because I would feel guilty all the time.
- If he stays at home, then that’s just another person to super miss while they’re gone.
- Money, money, money.
So ya, there is my pro/con list for college choice #2. When I get the packages from college choice #1, I’ll do a pro/con list for that too. Ugh. I wish I could decide right now though. I hate having big decisions to make; they eat away at me until all I want to do is dig a hole and cry.
Posted by Sarcastica @
12:31 pm |
Why I Hate Bikes
I started reading Jessica’s posts over at So Supercilious and soon became addicted. I’d like to send you all over there, to yet another teen blogger with amazing vocabulary, grammar, and typing skills - and wit on top of all that! Perhaps we aren’t so rare after all! But anyways, my intentions of this post were not to whore the poor girl out (although I totally did that…go figure) but where to talk about a lovely experience involving bikes that I had when I was younger that this post here reminded me of.
Go read it first, then come back. That’s right. Good minions. Now anyways, at the end of her post she asked what would you have done in a situation like that…gone up to him and asked him if he was alright, or just stand there laughing? I answered with the truth; after laughing my insanely round bottom off, I probably would have attempted to see if he needed any assistance, but knowing myself I would have just laughed some more. I wouldn’t feel guilty because, well…I’ve been there.
Well, not exactly there…since I’ve never lived in a subdivision before I have never had the pleasure of riding my bike into one of those green boxes. Remember folks, I live in the boondocks. But I have flown off my bike before!
I must have been in perhaps grade 5 or 6. I was out riding bikes with my younger sister, Jo. We were visiting the girls close to our age who lived down the road. They had a really freaking long drive way, and it wasn’t paved because duh, we all live out in the country. It was a gravel stone drive way. With lots of rocks and indents from the ground sinking. So we rode up their driveway with no problem at all, and found out that our friends were not home. Regrettably, we headed back to the boredom that is our house.
Jo lost control of her bike and fell sideways off it. I turned my head to look at her and laugh hysterically, then my front wheel got stuck in a rut and I flew forward off my bike and slide a couple feet forward on my belly. This hurt, a lot. I ripped my elbows wide open and bled quite a bit, but despite that…I was still laughing hysterically. I found this situation to be the funniest thing ever, and totally wished that someone was filming us because we so could have made millions on American’s Funniest Home Videos.
So yes, I would have laughed at that poor sap, because I laughed at myself when something like that happened to me and I totally would have expected anybody near by who witnessed it to laugh hysterically along with me.
But yes, I hate bikes…not for that reason at all, but because whenever I’m on it I transform into a 500 pound person. I can’t peddle up hills at all. I totally pushed my bike up any hills - no matter how small - whenever I dared take it out.
Posted by Sarcastica @
9:57 am |
Just Thoughts
I hung out at the shop where Booth works all yesterday, and had some interesting conversations with him and his boss. They really did get me thinking, not that it will change anything for me: my mind is already made up on what I am going to do this year.
We were talking about how it’s foolish to be expected to pick a career and stick with it at the age of 18. Most kids don’t know who they are, or who they even want to be. Yet they are expected to pick a career, go to college or university and earn a degree. Book smarts and actual smarts are two different things, and the majority of people who go to college and university only learn what they are told to learn. Placements barely count as experience, they never actually make you do half the difficult stuff you would have to do if you were actually doing the job.
Even though I know I want to work doing something to help other people, I’m not entirely sure what it is I want to do to help them. Helping people is such a huge category! I know that in September I will take the Child and Youth course, because I have already committed myself to doing just that. I’m the kind of person who can commit to something and actually follow through if I keep my eyes on the prize, which I fully intend on doing this time around. I’m ready this time, or as ready as I’ll ever be to step into the deep unknown. I am ready to start shaping my future, to start picking the roads and paths that I’m going to take to get there.
Booth’s boss thinks that kids should have 5 years before going to college after high school where they work and get a variety of different experiences before they make that decision of what to do for the rest of your life. I agree, it would be nice to have 5 years to make up my mind on what I really want to do. It would be nice to work and get all the experience doing everything so that I know without a doubt in my mind that what I decide on in the end is really what I want to do.
But I don’t have 5 years, so I’m going to deal with it and go through with it anyway. I decided on the Child and Youth worker course because as far as jobs go, there is a lot of variety. I could work in a school, a hospital, a group home, or a clinic. I could even probably travel to different countries and help out the troubled youth there…who knows. If it is a dream that you really want, you can make it happen. Also, I’ve been volunteering at the recreational group for several years now and I still love doing it.
Sure, I’m still shivering about all the unknown aspects of my future: such as will I actually like this career, or will I regret it? But I don’t have 5 years, and I really am anxious to get started with my future…and to go backpacking in Europe after I graduate.
Posted by Sarcastica @
12:12 pm |
