Going over back-ups with the gingers.

Recently my school has implemented a new form of picking electives. Instead of picking the ones that sound the most fun, or the ones that look really easy, they're handpicking them for us according to career clusters.

I don't know how I feel about this. I often proclaim that I know what I'm going to do when I'm older, but the truth is, I'm so scared of liking something too easily only to hate it, or have no interest in it in 5 years.

Luckily the program is aimed towards kids who don't plan on going to college, but still need technical training of some sort. The councilor said that students in AP classes don't have to worry about our electives being chosen, which makes me feel a little better, but not so much.

I usually don't like to think of HOW to get somewhere, I just know I want to get there. I'm so scared of all the different variables that could pop up and throw me off track.

Half jokingly, while hanging out with Root and Metcalf I made some fall backs if there are any complications for any of my future aspirations.

If for some reason I can't get into college I will become a guidette. Yes. Like Snooki, only with a nicer tan.

If I end up failing at college, or decide that it's not right for me, I'll become a tattoo artist, perhaps starting off as a shop cleaner, and slowly work my way up.

And here's the best one, the one so great Metcalf said that we had to get married and have babies.

If normal social expectations don't suit me, I'll work hard and save my money and live off of soup until I raise enough money to buy a medium sized brewery in Ireland that I would personally work to perfect until it brewed the most awesomest beer on the planet. And after quite a while when I have about a million in savings and investments I'll start a classy call girl/boy service that will be run as a side business in the brewery. I will handpick all of my potential employees, offering them a 5 year contract to work in the business and live in the housing that I provide within the cover of the brewery. My employees will hold themselves to a high standard, keeping physically, and mentally fit, and to ensure they are free of any sexual diseases there will be mandatory testing every two months. Because their job entails entertaining those of white collar professions a certain standard shall be set. Employees will receive a cut of 35% each job, and considering the clients pay high dollar, and free comfortable housing is provided, any violation of the standard of keeping mentally and physically fit will result in the immediate termination of the contract. If an employee were to retire before their contract was up they would have to pay a fee that would consist of their share of 35% of each job that had been scheduled for the next 30 days.

Also in entering the contract they will sign a privacy sheet that prohibits them from telling the authorities about the location, or head of the business. Violation of the privacy sheet will result in swift legal action that would most likely render them bankrupt.

But, all of this is theoretical, and will only be considered if I completely and utterly fail at life and college. Also, it could be the manefestation of watching too much MTV, LA Ink, and Dollhouse. Let's all hope that I make it into Texas Tech or Penn State!

Rand, Money, boy in the green hoodie, all cont.

Recently I've bought a few Ayn Rand books because I thought she'd help me with my recent Debate topic. I only own three of her books though.... I didn't want to buy all of them only to return them or re-sell them because I didn't like them.

I discovered her last year, but only read two of her novels Atlas Shrugged, and The Fountainhead.

And by read, I mean skimmed, and watched the old black and white movies while I skimmed. Blasphemy, I know, but at least I didn't cliff note them. As a wise ginger once said: "The kind of person who reads cliff notes instead of the book is the kind of person who would rather listen to sex than have it."

Anyways, I'm currently re-reading The Fountainhead, not skimming, and so far I really like it. Howard Roark at times can be very difficult for me to understand because he never gives in to anything, which can be viewed as an admirable quality, but if I were to come across a man like Roark I would do everything in my power to make him cave.... which is why I would make a great villain in a novel. But her message in her book still stand true, even if Roark is impossible.

A lot of my friends are getting jobs, or at least applying for them. Even though I'm finally old enough to get a job, I'm going to wait till either April or May until I apply for anything.

I've been observing my friends, and most of them have had their grades drop considerably since getting a job. My friend put it best, "....it's either make money for gas and fun, or do my homework and be broke...." Skewed priorities much? I'm not saying this is an all around thing, or that kids can't hold down a job and still go to school, but I know that if I were to get a job I'd probably end up being one of those kids who couldn't handle both. Also, in most of the places that employ 15- 18 year olds it's mainly teens supervising teens, which means professionalism isn't every one's top priority and getting fired over petty things would be normal.

Waiting till summer just seems more pragmatic. Also, it opens up different opportunities for me to work in an environment of my choosing via. family connections. Till then I'm just going to focus all of my efforts on school and extracurriculars.

School has been mediocre lately. I finally understand Chemistry to the point of making A's, and that kid in the green sweater that I mentioned a while back who was really nice made a random appearance at my lunch table.

At first I thought that micro random conversation we had walking to class was just coincidental, but he's always popping up randomly. Our conversations are literally 30 sound bites, sometimes it's not even that long.

I tried to find out his name by looking in the year book, but nothing. Turns out he looks like 5 other guys at my school, all in different grades. Oh well.

Ooooh, before I forget, at my last debate meet I placed 1st in persuasive speaking, and 5th in LD debate.

I was really surprised that I did so well considering all the schools that were there, also it was pretty ironic that I placed higher in the event that I'm not too fond of.

Ultimatums and deciding the future.

I hate to be one of those people who base their future actions on the fulfillment of an ultimatum.

Not to mention, women are notorious for putting up ultimatums.

But I just joined the ranks of Women Who Set Ultimatums. Commonly referred to WWSU.

Ah well, it's the only way things will get done.