I'm unsure what to do with myself these days. I feel like a lost little girl in Wal-mart or the grocer's. I'm ready to go home, but I don't know which way home is. I live in LaCrosse, WI, now. Strange, yeah? I thought I'd be millions of miles away by now, but I'm not.
And on one hand, it's wonderful. I have a boyfriend who loves me above all else.
But on the other, well.
I've been thinking lately about when I was in high school and I thought that I'd be engaged to an Irishman or someone with an equally sexy accent by now, and we'd get married and I'd be doing something awesome, like writing for a magazine, or something of that sort, and we'd have a couple of super-smart children, and they'd learn seven million different languages with me, and we'd be awesome together.
Well, I'm not across an ocean. I'm not engaged to a boy with an accent, unless you count Midwestern as an accent. I'm jobless. I have an interview at JCPenney on Monday.
This is my sad life. This is what I have to look forward to.
I wish I could jump off a building an
