I very often think about the future. Usually I think about how awesome it will be.
Sometimes I think about what will happen, but there are so many things that could happen that it hurts my brain to even think about it.
I mean obviously there are things that I'm interested in that I want to invest more time in when I get older, but that doesn't narrow it down that much. I could see myself doing a LOT of things, and going a lot of places in the very near, to very distant, future.
The three things that I'm most interested in, as far as like, career choices go, (not like I'm saying career is the ultimate grown-up thing, I'm going to do so many other awesome things beside my career. Like bungee jumping and fulfilling my bucket list) pretty much have almost nothing to do with each other. They're Preforming arts, ( I would go into dancing, and possibly acting. Singing is cool too. Maybe I'll be a triple threat! YES!), psychology, (like what would I do if I went into that? I don't know, something boring. I think I just want to learn more and more about it, but I don't want to like...do that) and cosmetology, which would be totally fun.
Somehow, with all of these, combined, I will become not only the president of the world, but also the coolest person in the world. And the funnest, because I'm doing the funnest stuff all the time.
Geddit?
Also, here's whats horrible about homeschooling.
I mean, I'm sure people are going to school today, because, I mean, it hasn't snowed that much, I mean it hasn't even covered the grass all the way, but considering it hasn't really snowed at all this year (it snowed once, like a quarter inch), its somethin' amazing.
Anywho, about whats horrible about homeschooling: when it does snow a ton, (like...which doesn't really ever happen) we don't get school off. I remember for like three years, Kristi, my neighbor, had school off, and she would walk to my house with a sled, and hang out all day, because she had no school, but while she hung out, I would have to do school, or maybe before she came, or after she came, or whenever, but I would have to do school. And while there was a friend over. I was like the mother of doing that, because a lot of people who worked at the Greenhouses had little children my age, and they would always come over whenever they didn't have school, which was like always, and I never had school out. Its sad.
But now that I do Monarch the internet school, I get like, Martin Luther King day off, and Presidents days. Its sweet! But no surprise snow days...not for little homeschooled Michelle. I sit in the corner diligently doing school while everyone else lazes around doing who knows what.
Actually, if its Amy, then I know whats she's doing. I know what she's been doing for the last four weeks, and what she will continue to do for the next week and a half. Either, watch Bones, read Cracked.com, read something on canhascheeseburger, watch more Bones, read a really big boring book, write in her journal or on her computer, watch more Bones, or watch more Bones.
And in the case of Joesph, he is either on his computer ( I don't know what he does on there, but I gauge how unsociable he is feeling by weather or not his huge close-out-all-other-noises headphones are on or off. Though he probably doesn't gauge it that way, he probably just puts them on if he wants to watch another episode of the 29th season of Stargate, or another episode of pirated Dexter.) or taking wood down to the wood burning stove so that all the woman in the house who care about warmth will be warm.
Joseph doesn't care about warm. He cares about comfortable, which is usually around 62 and 1/4 degrees. He works better when its cold. Though not too cold, because when its too cold he stays home from work and puts a blanket around his shoulders while he reclines at his computer. Somewhere I heard that the colder the temperature is, the better the computer works. I suppose he is kind of like a computer.
Whereas the girls like Angela and Mom and Kristin and Amy like it to be about 100 degrees. Celsius. All the time.
Its such a struggle living in the Sullivan household. *Siiiiighhh*
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