January 29, 2002

• What do I want to be when I grow up? That seems an awful long way away, for all that I am nearly 22.  And it seems like an oddly silly thing to.  Do you suddenly change when you grow up? Is there just a day when suddenly *bang* you're all grown up and you look around yourself and say "Damn, I wanted to be a millionaire when I grew up.  Guess I failed."

  
  

  And I don't want to grow up anyway.  Where is the fun in being grown up? Working, cooking, cleaning, saving, scrimping, birthing children (the attempt to make them might be fun though)...so many onerous tasks await me at adulthood. I think I will at least remain spiritually immature. It's rather fun to think that I don't really have to do it.  I don't have to be overly responsible if I don't want to...at least not for another few years.  Grad school...and then my PhD...that will keep me safe for at least another 5 years. 

  
  

  On other subjects. The diet blows.  My sister is down 6 lbs, my mother 5. Upon my last weighing, I had gained a pound.  <sigh> I tell myself it's muscle mass and that I'm healthier, though honestly, I think my breasts are shrinking.  Side effects.

  
  

  I did have Wafflehouse the other day and Wafflehouse does thank you. Waffle, two eggs, bacon, toast and two glasses of Coke. Ah....sinful, delicious Coke. It makes the list of things that make me happy.

  
  

  Other things that make me happy: snooze buttons, the warm spot left by another body in the bed, brownies that are just baked and calling off work.

  
  

  Things that aren't making me happy right now: bad, bad food, gaining a pound and having incredibly dry skin.

  
  

  Happy music - Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright (on the Shrek soundtrack)

  
  

  Happy book - "The Last Hero" an illustrated Terry Pratchett book

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