Life in a Kaitlyn's Eyes

February 4, 2014

I just spent an hour and a half at an unnecessary "school function", as my mom called it. What the fuck?

If you wanted to make me feel bad and not be able to leave put me in geometry class with Mr. Robins. Anything except the most boring, monotone principal ever talk with his "special guests". Just no.

The only possible thing I got out of it was: a) made me feel like an unaccomplished student and b) realize that you don't go to a college because it has a Baskin Robins.

Literally the only things I got.

But lets not for get that I should know what the fuck I want to do for the rest of my life when I'm 14. Like, what?!?!?! I don't even know what to get at a restaurant.

And that by the time I'm a junior in high school ( 11th grade ) I should be in at least one or two college class. Um, excuse me but I'm in the fucking eleventh grade.

We must also remember to "begin with the end in mind." My fucking end is going to be death. Okay, you're not very specific and that is the end to all of up. And if you are trying to help me with that issue your fucking teachers, tests, homework, quizzes, and all the other things that are "necessary to get a job". Yes, because when I go to get a job they're going to make me know what the fifteenth president of the United States is to work at Kohl's.

And if you want me to choose from a list of electives that is fucking 6 pt. font and two feet long. What the hell do you think is going to happen? yeah, right like I can pick fucking six to be in my schedule next year. Next year. I rarely know what I'm having for dinner much less next year.

Now my parents want me to "sit down and think about what career I want".

Well if you want to know truthfully I'm going to secretly hide in the attic and come sneak food while you're gone. Once you find me I'm going to live with my cousins in New Zealand.

Sounds like a good plan to me.

No ones going to remember me in the long run so what's the point. No ones going to remember anything that's happened at some point. All the famous will be forgotten and dead. So who the hell is going to remember an ordinary girl with an ordinary job and life?

No one.

I see no good point in trying to make a world wide name for myself when I can just do what ever the hell I want and be happy while doing so.

That got really deep, oops. So mainly I don't know or really care to much about what I'm going to do.

My talents are very limited:
Drawing ( okay )
Writing ( okay )
Interneting ( can't make a living off that yet )
Obsessing over people I will never know or meet ( no money there )
Thinking of new story lines or plots ( possible career )

So, no I really have zero talent.

QoC: when I grow up I want to be _________.

My answer: a fairy princess ( which is possible, Disney World ) or if you want a serious answer: happy