Although, sometimes you DO see the train headlight bearing down on you and know that Bad Shit is coming...
I'm not sure what I want to do. I'm so very tempted to move to Pittsburgh next year. I got a chance to catch up for a little bit with C&J. It felt so... comfortable. I always wind myself up before I see people. I get all this anxiety that I'm going to be an idiot, say something wrong. It almost always completely wrong. *sigh* I'm a wacko, but 'meh' anyway.
I'm starting to entertain theatrical costuming as a college direction (with at least one language, maybe 2). Just sorta popped into my head. I need to talk to Joy. lol. The other things that still float around in my head are video processing (video graphics), photography/photo journalisim, some path leading toward radio DJ.... I wish I had a better head for mathmatics. I secretly wanted to be a botanist when I was a little kid. I can still remember riding in the car by the Philipsburg Library telling my mom this. Botanist, I could study fungus and how it relates to human skin and immune system.
I wonder at times if my feet fungus is part of the systemic problem. As long as I take Lamisil the pill fairly regualrly, I feel better after a while. It's just when I go off it that I start feeling achier. Though I should look through journal entries and see if daily events and weather play into it too (because I know rain and snow nuke my knee and shoulders.)
ok. enough babbling. hugs and love to you all