Goat-Shaped Dowry

I don’t know what I’m doing with my life! I’ll only be working at the zoo for a little while longer–less than a month hopefully. After that, I’m not really sure. I think something will become clear soon. At least, I hope it will. I wish I could be sure about something for once. It’s why I miss high school so much I think. At least then you know you’re working towards something meaningful. It’s necessary and it’s socially accepted and it’s just all-round what you ought to be doing. Once you have that little slip of paper that says you have graduated high school, well, that’s where my uncertainty began. I think, in the end, what it all boils down to is that I’m not particularly career-minded. I just want to raise kids. Man, I should have been born in the middle ages. Except then my parents would make me marry and old guy in exchange for some goats. That’d suck. In any case, I’m kind of undecided between being a school nurse and a website graphic designer. Seriously, what’s wrong with me? It’s like opposite sides of the brain.

September is my favourite month. Err… in case, you know, anyone was wondering. No one else I’ve talked to about this has admitted to quite understanding what I’m talking about here, but this season, fall, does something to me. It is difficult to depress me in fall. I think there is no season more beautiful. As a child I liked the first day of school because I associated it with autumn. Even just to look at certain pictures of autumn scenes, something deep inside me is jerked into rebirth; it’s like remembering someone say “I love you”. I doubt I’ll ever know why the season so affects me, but I like it.