when I grow up, I’ll be stable

wuuuut? It’s been over a week since I last posted? that’s just WRONG. I’m gonna keep this blog and update it regularly, you’ll see! paHA

hokay, so a lot of things have happened these past weeks, shitty and great things, but I don’t wanna talk about those for now….let’s talk about what I wanna do with my life, since I feel the need to express it online right here, right now.

When I was a wee child I wanted to be a model slash singer. I thought that’d be the coolest job ever in the world! And I kept telling that to people. Wow, now I know why they thought I was such a shallow person. But it’s true. Those jobs are probably the best in the world. All you need to do is be pretty and sing. That’s basically it. Oh but I kinda forgot that for being pretty you actually HAVE to be pretty and for singing you NEED a voice wtf for real. So when I realized that it’s gonna be impossible for me to be that I was sad. Yes wtf.

haha, ok, that’s actually the bullshit that I used to tell people….I actually wanted to be a luxury prostitute wtf. For real now. After reading this article in a magazine about this woman who instead of becoming a psychologist, became a prostitute for shear pleasure, I was inspired. I was very well aware of the hard road I had to take in order for me to become a LUXURY prostitute, like the high class ones that you hear about on the news that get their hands on wealthy handsome guys, but I was pretty much determined to do it. yup. that was my dream. And mind you, I was what? 6? And I want to add that that article was among the first few things that I was able to read after learning how to read. 

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Now that I think about it, what was it like before learning how to read? How did I feel? Frustrated that I couldn’t read stuff on packages or subtitles, or even the newspaper? I wish I could remember how I learned to read. Did it take long? Was I good at it? Why am I thinking about it now? wtfbbq

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So anyway, as I was saying, I kind of grew up and in high school I wanted to be a doctor working in a busy hospital. Wao, that was dum of me to say. Hospitals are ALWAYS busy wtf. but the point is that I wanted to be a doctor so I wouldn’t have a personal life. It’s kinda hard to have one when you’re working several shifts in a row, and look inside people and realize how shitty their life must be. Oh well. I decided I shouldn’t become one due to the workload. Study all my life and not get paid for real until the age of 40? No thank you. After that I really wanted to work in a mental institution, cause I said “hey, that’s a hospital too and psychology is easier”. I have NO FUCKING IDEA why I thought that way. 

But it’s all in the past now. 

My next careers of choice were a writer, then an actress, then a hawt film director, then a fashion photographer, and now I just wanna be a singer/guitarist in a rock band in Japan. YES. That’s a great job, I know, congratulate me sonovabichies, cause I WILL be famous. If you’re good to me now I might remember you then. I can’t wait for it. Of course, for that I need a second more serious job that will pay my bills while I go to concerts and record songs in the studio.

So there you have it. Me and my wonderful ideas. Now I need to get back to work. Chem work to be more precise. Oh the love wtf.