Existential Crisis, continued

So does anybody know what they're doing in life? Because I certainly do not. Some days I want to be a powerful business lady and some days I want to be a camp counselor and some days I just want to stay home and eat fruit loops out of the box. And some days I just want to get married to a rich pilot named Jake the Bachelor and spend my days lounging by the pool. (Usually not the last one, though. Don't judge.)

And then sometimes I want to go back to my old life of sleeping by day, studying by night, and partying away the weekends. Except my kind of parties often involve a good match of Cranium. I'm a good hummer, what can I say.

But I'm pretty sure some famous person once said "you can't go home again." I have no idea who said that, and I can't be sure that I'm not just pulling it out of thin air, but either way I think about it a lot. And it makes me kind of sad. Because I think this mysterious person I'm quoting was being philosophical and pointing out that when circumstances change, people change, and that changed people have different ideas and perspectives than their former selves, and as such, you can't expect to return to your former life and find things waiting for you as you remember them. Either your former life changed while you were away, or YOU have changed and now view it differently, or more likely, both.

That's just a saddening thought. Because I was really hoping that I could "go home" again, if I wanted to. Both literally and figuratively. And now I'm not so sure what the heck is happening.

Also I really hope my updated self is not a workaholic who watches American Idol on Tuesday nights for a dose of excitment. Like I REALLLLY hope not. Cuz I would like to be someone way cooler than that.

Thank goodness for weekends :)

Not so much for big ugly snowstorms that are heading my way. I'm pretty sure I am working from my couch tomorrow.