I must rid this board of ANGST!

Well heres another blog post to Steph. Been tired this week from hangover of the Midterm to the realization of another longer essay next week. I await the loading of a Sherlock Holmes vid on youtube. I thought now was as good a time as any to write this.

As I get older things begin to change, even the career I want to go into. More schooling tacked onto that; however I never did nor do I ever wish to be a doctor instead of a nurse practioner. I choose the career path for a reason and it holds more economical logic than you'd think. But this blog is not here to prove anything to you so that really would be a waste of space.

As the days go by my quiz grades begin to drop. The combination of unfamiliar civilizations and less extra credit can be partially blamed. I begin to wonder though if its something I'm not doing right. I was acing those things up until a few days ago. There is only one more week, but oh will it count for it all.

I happened upon the only person on campus who cared that I wore earrings, the one person whom I gave my resume to. Fingers crossed for that job. I didn't get the blogging job, yet, somehow that doesn't surprise me. 

I begin to wonder if I really fit in at college, other than the friends I already have. How am I going to pay for it all?

The black fits sneak up on me now more than ever and leave just as quickly and I wonder if this is life. Is this all it really is? My deep urgency for a mission trip, something to help others in a simpler society increases two fold.

These are my thoughts and I apologize for the darker tone they have taken, but thats how I felt like writing. Maybe next time there will talks of all my favorite shows and how I still find Holmes funny but no one else does