Who Died?

Remember when you were a kid and everyone always told you that you could do whatever you wanted to do when you grow up? That you could be whatever you wanted to be? So it is like 15-20 years later and you're looking around and you're thinking "I never said anything about wanting to be a waitress..." Or is that just me?

I recently decided not to pursue a career in journalism. The idea of becoming a librarian is becoming more and more appealing to me. I love books and I love libraries, so why not? I'm not sure if I'm serious about this or if it will just become a running joke. We'll see I guess. There are a million things I could do right?

I went down to the college today to enroll and get my credits transferred over. It went well. Although there was this one lady in the office that kept telling me that my credits aren't going to transfer over so I shouldn't bother talking to anyone about it, I should just sign up for the placement tests. Well everyone knows how I hate being told that I can't do something so I didn't take her advice, I went to every single department and talked to people about my credits and sure enough, every one of them transferred over perfectly so I don't have to take any placement tests. I wanted to kick that lady in the head. But I didn't. Because I'm short. Anyway, I'm one step closer to getting back to school and becoming... something. Anything. Maybe I'll just be a professional student. I don't really know what I want to do anymore. Any suggestions? Someone once suggested that I become an assassin. We'll call that Plan B.

My sister said today that I need to spice up my blog. She wants me to talk about something racy. I think she is just bored because she's pregnant and never leaves the house. She has to live vicariously through me. Well that sucks because I have no life. I'm the loser who never gets invited to do anything fun because my answer is always "I can't I have to work." That being said, I never do anything interesting. I have no love life to speak of. I have few friends, and the few I do have live far away. So what was I thinking starting a blog? Who knows?

Ok I lied a little bit. I do have a love life, or have had one, to speak of. I prefer to respect the privacy of the boys I've left in the dust though. I really shouldn't put it like that. That sounds mean. I may be dead on the inside, but when it comes to relationships and dating I try to do as little damage as possible. I can't say that I have tons of experience when it comes to this stuff, though. To be perfectly honest I've never been very good at the whole dating thing. I have some pretty intense stories, sure, but some is not a lot. Because of that, I'm very surprised at how many people come to me with their relationship problems. As if I could be any help to them. I never really know what to say. Who am I to give advice on such a subject? If you want to know how to scare a person into never speaking to you again, you come to me. If you need help putting together your resume, I'm your girl. If you need a good book to read, I can suggest many. But when it comes to relationships and being human, I'm lost. No, I don't know why your boyfriend doesn't listen to you. Why don't you just take your blow dryer and bash him over the head with it? Then he'll pay attention. Can't deal with your girlfriend's mood swings? Maybe you should try not having a girlfriend? Don't ask me. I honestly couldn't care less. I'm too selfish to care about those problems. It drives me crazy when I'm at work and everyone is just standing around whining about their boyfriends/girlfriends. I always interrupt and it goes something like this:
Me: "Who died?"
Them: "What? No one."
Me: "Then who cares??"

Kind of puts things in perspective huh?