It's funny how everything changes . . .

What do I want to be when I grow up? Did you ever ask yourself that question? What where your dreams and aspirations? How did you see your life. Is it what you expected? Is it better/worse? Did your dream change when you met that ‘special someone’ or when you got married. Or had a child?

I wanted to be an international jet setter. Stop laughing, I am not kidding. I wanted to be one of those people on TV who got to travel the world and tell people about their 4 star hotel rooms and gourmet food.

Then my dreams changed – I wanted to be a photographer who sleeps on the dirt floor of a hut while recording my adventures in the wilds of Africa.

My dreams changed once again to be a famous pianist that went from concert hall to concert hall performing and having people throw roses to me after my tear-jerking performance.

So what did all of these dreams have in common? I want to travel – to see everything, experience everything. I feel I am missing so much, every minute that passes by is one minute lost that I could be learning something new. So my dreams have been altered, just a bit. I now want to be a teacher – did I loose my once insatiable need to never become monotonous? Nope, because if anyone ever tells you that being a teacher is boring then they are just stupid.

Now being a teacher just might entail me to travel the world and teach in far off exotic places – you never know.

Even though the question of “what I want to be when I grow up” is changed and even if I become just a teacher in little old Texas I will still be growing – and that my friends is what I want, to never stop growing.

I think I've let myself go

Really, it's true. You see I have for some unknown reason decided to never dress up and hardly wear makeup. I think this is all my boyfriend's doing. He tells lies to me like "you are so beautiful" and "you don't need makeup" I know it's laughable at best. But I have come to subconsciously believe him. For right now, I am in my polo sweat shirt and baggy sweat pants and it is 7:30 on a Friday night ... What happened to getting all dressed up and going out ... hahahahaha. Well that ended some time ago seeing as we are both poor as sin. So now, there is absolutely no need to dress up at all. My boyfriend could care less what I look like, I have no where to go, AND it's a pain in the butt. The reason I am writing this entry is because it has come to my attentions that looks really do matter. You may be retorting my statement while wiping the stardust out of your eyes but seriously folks, it is true. I know because I have done an experiment on the subject. Every day I go to school pretty much in my sweats or scrubs. I might put a little makeup on but hardly any for down here in good 'ol Texas. But one day out of the week I don't have to go to work - so I try to dress up on that day to remember how decent I once looked. On these days I have random people talk to me, boys hold ALL doors for me, and everyone I pass smiles at me. I have decided this is an injustice to ugly people. So to help my fellow tired and worked to death friends who have no time for this silly business of dressing up I have decided to become as ugly as possible. I will wear no makeup. My baggy clothes will swallow me AND I will never, I repeat never touch a blowdryer again! We will see how long this little stance of mine lasts and if it will scare away my boyfriend and possibly my all of my friends. Who needs the shallow bastards anyway?

Candy Crowley <---- who says they only let "smart" people in the game?

“Do all political correspondents have to be hideously ugly?” I ask myself as I watch Candy Crowley discusses the latest CNN news break “And that’s why democrats are the best” she drowns on and on. Then it comes to me – it is not just political correspondents – but all people in politics in general. You see, these people crave the spotlight and are basically attention whores. Seeing as they are all dogfaced individuals, they can’t do something worthwhile like acting or modeling, so they go into politics and discuss pressing matters of the day like which child to leave behind and how many democrats it takes to screw in a light bulb. None by the way because they have raised the taxes so high that no one can afford electricity.
Also, folks, it goes the other way around. Actors and models … the “better” of our society cannot be in politics. If they try, one of two things happens: 1. their beauty mesmerizes us and so we elect them to office under some sort of lemming spell. Or 2. We ignore their pleas entirely and write them off as “liberal pot heads” and “aren’t they cute”
And to further my point I will say my last words on the subject. “Arnold Schwarzenegger” and “Bono.”

My birthday present is burning a hole in my boyfriends giant pocket

Well it has to be giant because it is such a big present. I know for one I certainty can't wait.