2. If they could, my family would arrange my marriage. Arranged rhymes with deranged, just like Cupid rhymes with stupid. They think I need a guy with a "good Christian upbringing," who came from a normal childhood with a typical family life, since mine wasn't normal. I'll be taken aback if I can even manage a relationship for longer than four months at all. Maybe an arranged marriage wouldn't be so bad, but I would never give them that satisfaction. I'll be fine, I'm sure of it.
3. I went to an NYU info session today, only to realize that I have absolutely no idea what I am doing with my life. I don't have goals or dreams really anymore and I sure as hell don't feel like taking Statistics and Analytics II. That sounds like slow roasted Tuesday night torture. What am I going to be when I grow up again? First it was a movie director, then a writer, then I was going to dig for Egyptian artifacts. I was going to be a doctor or a lawyer or a Governor and then I was going to be a painter or a decorator or an editor and a news anchor. I was going to start my own business and travel the world, and is it settling if I just stay where it's convenient?
4. I miss home, but even worse, I don't think I've been home since I was 6 years old. I specifically remember the day home ended. It was the earliest and most intense emotion I can remember. It also made me who I am, which is both good and bad like everything and everyone else.
5. This is entirely too deep and somber for a Thursday night at 11:42pm. I need to end this post before it's Friday the 13th..........
Here's a book I want to read: The Luck Factor
I'm pretty proud of my luck!