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1. For the past year I've been longing to switch to being called by my middle name. I have an average first name that I share with about 100 other people in my tiny school. Okay maybe not that many, but a lot more than I'd like. There's absolutely no other person with my middle name within a 100 mile radius from my house, or at least I estimate. But alas, at 16 the whole name changing thing would be quite the lost cause. A dreamer can dream though.
2. I can't choose a practical occupation for the life of me. I simply tell people I want to be a nurse (and hopefully/eventually a nurse practitioner), because at the moment it's the one that I would enjoy the most that wouldn't spur a dozen questions about job outlook or wages or what the hell is that even questions. Secretly I'd love to be a political scientist or a coroner/medical examiner or a journalist or a published author or all of the above, but school isn't cheap I hear.
3. I have this strange obsession with what my twenties will be like. I often get asked why I choose to be a nurse and not a doctor because I generally do well and enjoy school, but it's simply because I have this grand scheme of adventures and plans and fantasticness that I'm positive will take place in my twenties that do not involve medical school, a stressful no down time job as a resident, and a mountain of student loans that's in six digits. (Holy run on sentence. Please excuse that as I have no motivation to fix it. Hope you'll understand). I want to travel and eat strange shit and make friends and move cities and see Broadway shows and stuff.
4. I'm very afraid someone from my school will find this blog and put two and two together and realize it's me. Like very very very afraid.
5. I have this strange thing where I have strange dreams about doing strange things with celebrities. I've had frozen yogurt with Jenna Marbles (the Youtuber). I've opened a Mexican restaurant that only sold tacos with Ellen. I once went to Kylie Jenner's house and made sandwiches. I also played Candy Crush with Kim Kardashian in her limo. I even performed open heart surgery on Kim Kardashian and Buddy from the Cake Boss made a cake for the occasion (and this was all separate from the previously mentioned candy crush/Kim Kardashian dream). It's strange, I'm tellin' ya.
6. I've recently had this out of nowhere aspiration to be president. Like, a legit, for real, wanting to become president. I've thought about what policies I'd implement and what I'd do and say, but the odds of it happening are slimmer than a model's thighs. Also, I hear there aren't a lot of job openings.
7. I'm currently working to bring tie dye back into fashion. It's quite a shame it ever went out.
8. I'm an only child and I used to hate hate hate it so much. I have a good friend who was five siblings and I used to pray every night that I could be her (seriously, true story here people). It's an odd thing being an only child and not many people can understand what it's like. I guess what always got to me was the assumption that I was spoiled and had my parents never ending devoted attention all to myself. Or when people would say "wow you must be so lucky, I wish I was you." The grass is always greener.
9. I follow an embarrassingly high amount of "mommy bloggers". I'm pretty sure I've mentioned it before, but I'm running out of things to talk about on here. Not sure why I have such a compelling feeling to follow them, but hey, the kids are pretty cute.
10. I've been reading one week old blog posts for a solid three weeks now. I just can't seem to catch up. So if I comment on a post you wrote a week and a half ago, don't be surprised as I'm probably just now getting to it.
11. I really have been wanting to expand my blog for a while now but lack of time or energy or means to do so or all of the above have been keeping me from doing so. Hopefully I'll get around to it. Hopefully.
Questions from Tara:
A stressed self conscious rad teenager who just wants to drop out of school and write shit and learn cool stuff all day.
He wanted to take a day off.