Gosh, I’ve been a horrible Xanga writer lately. I just haven’t had much to say I guess. I’ve been busy and bored. Plus I got the Sims 2 and that has taken up a considerable amount of my time. I love destroying people’s lives .
My mother is on my last nerve. I get my streak of negativity from her. She asked me what I would do when I didn’t get into graduate school. She actually used the word “when”. Sigh. If my own mother doesnt’ think I can do it, do I even have a chance? I don’t know what I’d do otherwise. Since I’m on a Star Wars kick, I’ll use an example from Revenge of the Sith so you all can see how I’m feeling. If Chancellor Palpatine were to tell me that I had always dreamed of something more than the average life of a Jedi, I’d agree. I don’t dream of sitting in an office cubicle the rest of my life. I want to travel, I want to see things, I want to experience life, not be killed by the oppression of the working world. Unfortunately, I am poor, and this education will not pay for itself. Maybe I could fake my own death, teehee. I’m playing, but I don’t want to end up unhappy like my parents. I want to end up great, famous, eccentric even. Just something more than the 9-5 depressed mother that I’ve seen happen to so many people. That’s just a thought.
In other news, no new cat yet. Grr. I’m still plotting but I dont think it’s going to happen. This summer just sucks. Thank God for Lauren’s being in Sugarland. I know that I can temporarily escape hell for a day or so.
We were meant to live for so much more.