I regretfully realized just how long it has been since I had written I blog this morning.
Too long.
Four updates: I spent my summer in America. (Lots to say about this, won't write now)
I am now seventeen, as opposed to sixteen.
I am now in my final year in secondary school.
I met JLS (my favorite band on the face of the planet) before their concert last February. And now I don't think they're as great. Still going to their concert next year though...
So I'm sitting here at the kitchen table (Honey Loops in one hand,spoon in the other) feeling very uninspired and contemplative.
What are you contemplating, Rachel? You might ask.
My future, (dear Watson...) would be the reply.
Yes, the main focus of all my thoughts and energy recently has be been on my Dar Ned future.
There are so many choices. I have been slowly but surely whittling them down by process of elimination, based on my aptitudes, hobbies, likes and dislikes.
But it's still so hard. What is the job you would like to do for the rest of your life? It better be good...
All this talk of futures begs the question : What do I want out of life?
I have a strange feeling that the answer to this broad question is hidden somewhere under the mass of debris under my bed. Or somewhere no one would expect...Perhaps inside a pumpkin.
I shall now go (mining hat and pumpkin scooper-outer equipped) search...rustle the feathers of my past, to get to my future. Per say.
Maybe you could (metaphorically) join me.
Oh, and Happy Halloween.
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