I'm sick with (possibly) the flu and I'm pretty much comatose. All day I've been watching TV and blowing gunk out of my nose. It SUCKS. I'm also trying to study for Academic Bowl as well.
Last night, I had the WEIRDEST dreams too. I knew I was dreaming and since I am obsessed with lucid dreaming, I was trying to alter it like in Inception, but I could only alter it in a few ways. I suppose that's one good thing about being sick, I get cool dreams!
But that's not really what this post is about. I've had a lot of time to think (since I can't really do anything else) and I've realized that I have no idea what I want to be when I "grow up." I love to write, but how many writers actually make it? Not a lot. I have a scholarship to a college of science and I've put down my major as Biochemistry since I've always wanted to be a doctor growing up. Now that I think about it though, I think I would like to be an environmental scientist and save the sea turtles or be a naturalist. I've also considered nursing and teaching.
I think that I'm going to be one of those people that spontaneously join the circus after college or something. I have all of these plans, like joining the peace corps, hiking the Appalacian Trail, going to the Univerity of Edinburgh for a summer and getting a certificate in Parapsychology, and going on a road trip across America to visit haunted houses and amusement parks.
I've always loved to learn and as a result, I have so many passions and I have no idea if that's a good thing. Does it make me unstable? Restless? Even dangerous? I don't know. Right now though, it just makes decisons even harder.
Decisions, decisions...
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