So I was gonna write about the time I almost played with the trains, and then this entry turned into a kind of suicide thing...basically it had to go. I'm tired, depressed and stressed out about exams. There's nothing I'd rather do right now than learn to hibernate. However, I'm not gonna depress the hell out of my imaginary readers by writing about that kind of s**t. Look at a 15 year old's myspace page if you're into that garbage.
I'm in a very confessional mood right now, but there's nothing I feel comfortable confessing, not even to the faceless internet people that aren't reading this. So let me instead talk about...uh...
Okay, confession time. I just remembered something kinda embarassing that I don't really publicize but probably can't come back to bite me in the a** later. I'm currently studying honours biology at arguably the best college (we call it a university here) in my country. I'm in third year, it's going okay. I'm not sure how much I like biology some times, but I'm not about to drop out now. No, none of that is the embarassing part.
The confession is: when I was little, my dream job was waitress.
So if this whole scientist thing doesn't work out, in a few years, you might find me at a restaurant near you. I'll be the one holding the big tray and grinning.
Can I take your order? B.
B.longimanus · Sun Dec 09, 2007 @ 09:13am · 0 Comments |