ohmygawh.
t-minus one day and counting.
i've one day left to sort out my priorities(?). i'm seriously feeling screwed. my parents are on my case on what degree am i gonna start and i don't know how to break it to them that i've changed my mind.
i used to be pretty certain about journalism but as i get closer to actually achieving the degree, i feel like i'm becoming more undone and finding more things about myself. i wanna study history. i want to study drama. and there's probably a page long of what i want to study but i can only pick ONE. or two maybe.
but the main thing is I WANT TO WRITE. is it so bad to follow my passion? why so much talk about following dreams when the dreams have to maintain a certain amount of prestige or money-earning potential? sighs.
and its like my body knows that my writing days are significantly shortened. i've been dreaming, thinking and breathing about WRITING. seriously. my laptop has a folder full of stories. and happily i've posted them online for reviews. btw, i cant post them here because its kinda controversial and probably offensive for traditionalists. (and the fact that katya would whoop my ass for even writing them in the first place).
anyways in like 17 hours (i think) will be at a new year's bash at katya's place. its a hat themed party. man oh man. i wish i didnt throw out my bday tiara. =/ -whispers- its all my mom's fault! -end whisper- hahhaa. =D
alrighty. gonna post up another chapter on my beloved story. can you believe it? its my first story that hit 23 chapters. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!
what we could have been, 11:55 pm.