What Am I Supposed to SAY?!

Mood: I am GOOD.
iTunes: On The Roof Again - Eve 6

I really shouldn't be in a good mood. But I am. Partly because I called Mr. Acura-Thief and he promised me my car would be done today. And also I get out of school an hour early to go pick up said Acura and also to help at the middle school carnival. Which isn't till later, but you know.

But as of two mintues ago, I sat down to write my reflective letter again.

And sconsquently, all of the joy was sucked out of my life. This is because my letter is too short. And I know exactly which section needs more and I can't DO IT. It's the part about my talents. Yeah, I'm whining about it again. Because we're supposed to come up with these talents that we have that pertain to our future education and career goals. And my skills are things like, you know, sewing, breathing, driving, and sitting.

None of which have anything really to do with microbiology, which is what I want to go into.

I mean, besides, you know, breathing is a good talent to have so that I don't die four mintues into college. But you can't say that in a letter such as this.

GAH. Senior year will be the death of me.

-megan.