ramble ramble
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fearlesstempWhat to do, what to do. With my life, with my wardrobe, with my cell phone plan. I just don't KNOW. I'm not good at this decision-making stuff. But occasionally decisions have to be made, like right now. Or maybe later. By tomorrow at the very latest.
I have made one decision: I am going to buy The Forsyte Saga, and justify it as a late Christmas present. Because I, well, really want it! And that's enough for me.
Anyway, so the thing is, I'm taking this lame history grad class, and I don't really like it, and am tempted to drop it, since it's mostly meaningless and I'm not even sure if I want to get my masters in history or not. I don't know what to do! At all! I have no skills! And I feel like if I end up in another long-term soul-sucking temp job I'm going to flip out, so I've decided I need to formulate a life plan, or something. I feel like I would be able to deal with the soul-sucking temp jobs better if I had a goal. And I mean an actual goal, not, like, "Win the Lottery!" (which has been my goal so far).
The problem is that every day I want to do something different. Yesterday I had decided I wanted to be a writer! Like, a journalist or magazine writer! And I was going to go back to school for Communications, or something! And gain skills and get a good job!
And then this morning I woke up and decided I wanted to be a teacher! History, or maybe English! I wanted to enrich young minds and give them a complex view of the past and/or great literature.
And then I have my occasional altruistic kicks, where I want to be a social worker or something, and help kids who need it.
What would be awesome would be if I could be like Charles Gunn on Angel, only without the possible evilness, and go into a strange room and meet with some member of the animal kingdom (I lack the nerve to deal with a big cat; maybe something a bit less scary, like a penguin, or a donkey) who can bestow upon me all of the knowledge/skills/experiences necessary for me to be capable at all three professions, and then I could just hop from one job to another.
But, sadly, that technology does not exist outside of the Whedonverse, and so I have to actually make a decision. Eventually. Preferably soon.
In other news: They really, really need to stop showing that Sprint commercial with the green multi-eyed Bogeyman in the closet. Because it FREAKS ME OUT! Seriously! I have to hide my eyes every time it comes on, and I don't know why! At all! I just tried to describe why it disturbs me, but in describing it, I was so disturbed, I had to cut myself off and delete the description.
In closing: I have nothing to wear tomorrow!! All I have are skirts, and my latest thing is that I have some bizarre newfound strength in my fingers, and I've put giant holes in the last two pairs of stockings I've tried to put on, which is frustrating. I cannot find any of my other pairs, and the only tights I can find are brown, which is frustrating because I have, like, one brown outfit, half of which is currently dirty.
I know! Such problems! I suppose the theme of this whole LJ entry is Jess Needs to Grow Up and Be More Careful With Her Wardrobe. Or, possibly, Reification. One or the other.
I have made one decision: I am going to buy The Forsyte Saga, and justify it as a late Christmas present. Because I, well, really want it! And that's enough for me.
Anyway, so the thing is, I'm taking this lame history grad class, and I don't really like it, and am tempted to drop it, since it's mostly meaningless and I'm not even sure if I want to get my masters in history or not. I don't know what to do! At all! I have no skills! And I feel like if I end up in another long-term soul-sucking temp job I'm going to flip out, so I've decided I need to formulate a life plan, or something. I feel like I would be able to deal with the soul-sucking temp jobs better if I had a goal. And I mean an actual goal, not, like, "Win the Lottery!" (which has been my goal so far).
The problem is that every day I want to do something different. Yesterday I had decided I wanted to be a writer! Like, a journalist or magazine writer! And I was going to go back to school for Communications, or something! And gain skills and get a good job!
And then this morning I woke up and decided I wanted to be a teacher! History, or maybe English! I wanted to enrich young minds and give them a complex view of the past and/or great literature.
And then I have my occasional altruistic kicks, where I want to be a social worker or something, and help kids who need it.
What would be awesome would be if I could be like Charles Gunn on Angel, only without the possible evilness, and go into a strange room and meet with some member of the animal kingdom (I lack the nerve to deal with a big cat; maybe something a bit less scary, like a penguin, or a donkey) who can bestow upon me all of the knowledge/skills/experiences necessary for me to be capable at all three professions, and then I could just hop from one job to another.
But, sadly, that technology does not exist outside of the Whedonverse, and so I have to actually make a decision. Eventually. Preferably soon.
In other news: They really, really need to stop showing that Sprint commercial with the green multi-eyed Bogeyman in the closet. Because it FREAKS ME OUT! Seriously! I have to hide my eyes every time it comes on, and I don't know why! At all! I just tried to describe why it disturbs me, but in describing it, I was so disturbed, I had to cut myself off and delete the description.
In closing: I have nothing to wear tomorrow!! All I have are skirts, and my latest thing is that I have some bizarre newfound strength in my fingers, and I've put giant holes in the last two pairs of stockings I've tried to put on, which is frustrating. I cannot find any of my other pairs, and the only tights I can find are brown, which is frustrating because I have, like, one brown outfit, half of which is currently dirty.
I know! Such problems! I suppose the theme of this whole LJ entry is Jess Needs to Grow Up and Be More Careful With Her Wardrobe. Or, possibly, Reification. One or the other.
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I love you, you are so funny...
Date: 2004-02-03 12:41 pm (UTC)And I say boo to life plans. Think of a certain someone we know who made a life plan...although that is a little extreme. Maybe some kind of plan is ok. But not a grand life plan.
Of course, I am not TELLING you to do any of this, because you are my sister in passive agressiveness, and so I would never tell you to do anything.
We could always revert to our fall back plan of running the world. Whaddaya think?
Re: I love you, you are so funny...
Date: 2004-02-03 10:22 pm (UTC)I don't think so! :)
Also: I cracked up at your whole "Not that I'm TELLING you what to do" thing because, seriously? You do know me so well, my Sistah in Passive Aggressiveness!