|Current mood:|| irritated|
|Current music:||I Surrender|
Once again, I find myself writing in an online journal that I will no doubt forget about within the next few weeks when life starts up again. By life I mean classes - I must truly be insane. Or just bored out of my mind and procrastinating. I should be looking for another job, since the one I have is moving locations, but I don't feel like it. I hate the fact that in order to do something I love, or at least like, I have to spend years trapped in something I hate to pay for the learning process. I wish I was one of those talented people who can drop out of school and make a living acting, but I'm not. So I'm going into nursing, which is also cool. I'm strange and enjoy anatomy and physiology classes and watching medical documentaries that make other people turn interesting shades of white and green. Yet I can't watch someone give me a shot or draw blood without feeling faint or throwing up. Weirdness.
In other news, I got to drive my mom to the doctor today. It was enough to make me wish people had to retake their drivers tests every year or something - Hello?! Double yellow line?! Come on, kiddies. Get with the program. And for God's sake stop beeping at me if I double check to make sure no one is coming to run me over at the one intersection where people in my family have ever had an accident. MY car. I'll drive it however I damn well want. To add insult to injury, the asshole had only just pulled up. Patience is a virtue - not one I possess, granted, but one I greatly admire in others. Especially if it keeps me from being honked at.