Hmm, 10 years, eh? Long time away, to be honest. I’ll be
nearly 25!!! Now I feel old D: Heheh, anyway, when I’m 25…hummmmm…well, I’ll
probably have (maybe) finished university by then, so knowing me I’ll be
jobless, surrounded by a load of animals I rescued from the streets and off
food in the fridge. Oooh, maybe a strange collection of beanie toys? That’d be
cool. Not really sure what I wanna do
when I’m older, to be honest. If I had to think of a job I’d do it’d
probably be working for Greenpeace or being an archaeologist. Oooh, or an
author. None of those are very plausible, but hey! You know, I think it’s kind
of stupid how they make us choose GCSE options really early. I was year eight
(second year of secondary school, when I was like 12/13) when we had to choose
and I didn’t have a clue what to take. In the end I took History,
Geography, German (We HAD to take a language. Booo!), Art and Drama.
In other news I failed my science tests. I GOT A FREAKING D
ON MY CHEMISTRY TEST! To be fair, we only had three questions on the topic we’d
actually learnt about, and the rest was atoms, and I was four marks off
a C, BUT STILL! A D! So yeah. Aaaand I take triple science.
Fun tiiimes.
IN OTHER, OTHER NEWS I’m meeting up with my friends on
Sunday, woop woop! Should be good, we’re going bowling, even though I suck
at bowling. My hands are really deformedly small. I mean, seriously. So yeah, I
can’t even pick up a bowling ball correctly. How wonderful!
So, where do you guys picture yourselves in 10 years? High
flying doctor? Happily married? Still living with your parents? Comments make
me smile! J
TTFN!
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