I will not have a career. I graduate in December and the number one question the universe has for me is: so what do you plan to do next? …well, I don’t know. I cheekily tell people I have plans of saving the world, but don’t tell them I’m serious. I really do want to save the world. I don’t want to work in an office and focus on my paycheck and clock in and clock out and look forward…
It’s a beautiful day, I look fantastic, and Mark and Katy are sitting on either side of me looking extra studious. I’m in the village library right now and have an incredibly strong desire to make a blog post. I should really write something so I can appear to match their studiousness. So I’ve decided to rant about the people I know who are married or pregnant (or both?) and are close to my own age. What are you thinking?…
I’m on lots of cold medicine right now and cannot focus on anything for more than a minute. My apologies in advance if this post is a little incoherent. Yay drugs! Now time to say what I came here to say: I hate Saturdays. You probably do too, you just don’t know it. Saturdays are a test; you are given one big ol’ free day to do with it what you like and you therefore get to make only one…
I got to work ten minutes early and absentmindedly walked over to the cafe in the library and bought myself a latte. Damnit, I hate it when my brain turns off and the next thing I know I’m sipping on a delicious latte and $5 is suddenly missing from my wallet. Just add this latte to today’s bill: with the arrival of fall, Potsdam is enjoying colder weather (I wore two jackets today!) and my feet are starting to notice….