rambling again

My birthday is in two days. I have no idea what I want, and my parents keep asking me. You’d think it wouldn’t be this hard. 

I’m so indecisive that I can’t even make a comprehensive gift-list. How sad.

We’ve got this goal project in my psychology class. For each decade (30, 40, etc. till 80), we’re supposed to make a list of goals. I have about three for my whole life: [a] grow in my relationship to Christ (duh), [b] get married to a man I genuinely love (Yes, I want my prince charming. Shoot me.), and [c] have a career that fits me and gives me financial stability. The decade thing is killing me; my indecisiveness is definitely hurting my life right now.

Senior year isn’t awful, I guess, except for college hanging over my head. I’m not worried about college itself, just the essays I’ve got to write to get in. We’re working on them in English, and I can’t find anything about myself super-special to write about. Topic-searching keeps me awake at night.

Plus, my National Merit Semifinalist essay is due next Tuesday. 500 words about myself, my goals, my interests, etc. Basically, an essay about how supposedly different I am. I haven’t even started.

Just thinking about my to-do list makes me tired. And I’m running a fever. Oh joy.

~ by Emily on September 29, 2008.