monet

Ok, so my mind is full of an infinite number of thoughts. Good, bad, and ugly!

So for probably eleven years now (since I was 9) I've wanted to be a doctor. I'm in school and stuff, and I don't want to be a doctor anymore.. It makes me sad. I have no idea what else I wanna do. I've never looked at any other career outside of the medical field. Where am I going? Detached.

I'm so sad for my mom. She's gone through so much and it never stops. Just found out she has to have surgery on her face, because there might be a tumor somewhere.

I'm in the middle of changing colleges. That sucks in itself, i need not say more.

Romantically, I'm kinda lonely. It blows. Oh well, what am I going to do. I'll wait. I won't be lonely forever.

So I slammed my finger in a drawer today at work. I cut it really bad in 2 places. Big chunks of skin, bloody. IT hurts. Waahhh! Well, at least I got the blood and gore that I'd been looking for.

So I've been drawing up my new tattoo for a while now, and I finally came up with some designs I like. Now I just have to save more money.

I gotta lose weight, I gotta. No ifs, ands, or buts!

I wanna fous, really bad. But sometimes, there's too much. It clogs me and I sit there. Then I get screwed over by myself for sitting, waiting, letting things go by. Then it's almost too late. Then I have to scramble like a rat!

I did get a new Hello Kitty blanket from Target though! See what I mean? That's so not important, but it's the one thing I like to think about. Cause it makes me smile, and it's soft!