It's like life, but it's on a stick

Monday, September 12, 2005

First week of high school. 30 more to go. Yay me. Clap, clap, clap, dance, dance, dance, and suchlike.

I don't know many people. Lucky for me, a boy I know is on my bus. I am a shy person, and I've never known him to stop talking for more than a minute at a time, so it's sort of one-sided but still enough to distract me until HOLY CRAP, ARE WE IN PETERBOROUGH ALREADY?

The people in my class are all nice. I don't known them yet, but I have not been insulted or given wierd looks or any of the nasty stuff that teenagers are 'supposed' to do. It's too early for cliques and 'usual' stuff. One person did ask me if I was supposed to be in grade 9, and I replied by telling him I'm in grade 12 but stunted.

I'm happy because I know what I want to do with my life.

Age 14-18 - High School! Wooo! Or boo, if you want to look at it that way.
18 - Attempt to get into Armed Forces. Find a McJob.
20-ish - Attempt to leave Armed Forces, get into college/uni
Later 20-ish - Graduate, find job. Become movie extra because you know how to do it, you can work it when you WANT to as opposed to HAVE to, and Toronto is nearby. In case of failure, find McJob.
30 - Become mad scientist, build gigantic robot, crush Tokyo/New York/Toronto (pick one), go on wacky adventures, be thwarted by brave superhero/cop/little girl with magical powers from the future who was thrown into this dimension by some weird plot contrivance (pick one), and get thrown in jail/reformed/disappear in a cloud of black smoke laughing evilly (pick one)
70 - Retire and spend my time laughing at homeless people because I can, y'all.

Just messing with you. Some of that is serious. Most of it isn't.

Note how I carefully avoided mentioning relationships? Imagine how creepy it would be: 'Age 40 - marry Bobby-Joe-George-Billy. Have 300 thousand kids. Live happily 3v4h 4f73r! lolololololol!'. AGH.

I tried applying to the MB, and they keep on rejecting me. It's racism, isn't it? It's because I'm Canadian!*

Anyway, I'm tired and need ice cream and maybe something vaguely intruiging is on the tube. Bye-bye kids, play safe.

*If you get this reference, 200 points. That's a lot of points. That's how obscure it is. Get crackin'!


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