Current mood:

cynical

*pulls out hair*
I just finished going through a bunch of my scholarship and financial aid info, which meant I had to fill out lots of forms regarding my supposed major, minor and future professional career. And I realized...I don't know what the hell I want to do with my life. Seriously. It's been freaking me out lately, because I have to declare my major this fall (the school sent me a snarky letter saying so and everything), and while I know I want to major in English, I don't know what I want to do with that. I'm nineteen years old, I'm a junior in college, and I have NO CLUE what I want to do for a career.

When you get right down to it, it's a frightening thought.

It's not that there isn't anything I want to do, but that there is far too much. I can't narrow my focus...I'm fascinated by everything, and that makes it difficult to just buckle down and focus. It's not like there is one particular area that I really stand out in...if I were fantastic at art, or fantastic at writing, or fantastic at math and science...well, it would sure as hell make things easier for me to decide. But no. I'm just pretty darn good at everything, because everything interests me and I apparently learn fast. But then I can't find one single thing that suits me well enough, and so what this all basically boils down to is I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE! *stress stress stress*

Well, that's enough egomania for one day. Time to finish up my chocolate soy milk (which I have become extremely fond of, by the way) and go read.