And So It Goes...

Well, freshman year of college has come and gone, and sophomore year is fast approaching. I am to enter this coming school year with a bittersweet attitude. I can't find my little corner of school, my little pocket of ability. I seem to know for the most part what I want out of a career. But there's nothing here to give it to me. Ah well, enough of the b*tching.

Traveling is fantastic. I think I could really be happy just flying all over the world and seeing the sights. I can't wait to go back to Paris. I can't wait to get to Egypt and Rome and Florence and Madrid and London and Moscow... I know how to get there too, I think. I just need a successful career in magazines or fashion or reporting. Let me at it!

This new job I've got will really be giving me a leg up, too, I think. I mean, City Hall? That looks awesome on any resume. I've just got to get the degree to go with it. Hopefully I can get the job at the college newspaper too, even if it's horrendous. At least it will look good on a resume as well.

At the end of all this, I'd like to say two things. One, I'm glad I don't have the distraction of a boy right now. Boys around here, they just want to screw girls or get married and have little house cleaning baby machines. I'm not up for either of those last two things at the moment. The second is, I've finally found my style: retro classic mixed with 21st century chic. That's probably the more important of the two. A girl's style is the most important thing she can have, because it never leaves her and it's always a mood pick-me-up.

So just remember, girls, if the shoe fits, buy it and keep the box for storage.