Conflicted like hell.

I am a miniscule polka dot that was placed on a dress made two sizes too big for the universe.

What the fuck am I going to do with my life? I know for sure that if I decided to rely on my writing alone, I'd be living on the streets. Writing for a newspaper would get boring awfully fast. I've always had this stupid dream that if I wrote something and published it, I would make enough money to last for the rest of my life. I hate dreams. I wish they would stop frustrating me.

Right about now, I have two decisions. They may not seem too important . . . but they're important to me. I could go to VC again and do the same things I did before . . . maybe take a sewing class, and try to work around the fact that every class I want to take is on the same day at the same fucking time. Or I could go to OC for a year, apply for that program that Ferdie is doing, and live in Japan for a year. I guess it all depends on how much money I have after a year of working . . . but that really seems like an opportunity and Zara told me to never let go of opportunities.

So hopefully Ferdie will contact me tonight and tell me all about it. And besides, I'm already bored of going to VC. I get bored with school campuses very easily.

I'm still stoked though that I got a B in Philosophy. That final was rough.