Madame Maniana

HA! When I sat down tonight, I had this great idea- lets figure out where the hell I’m going for college. It was a great idea. Instead of procrastinating, like normal, I might actually get something done. Take today for example. Besides going to church and getting an earful of whatever Eric was talking about, I did very little. Mom was nagging me about how much of a failure I am, not taking my ACT(again), not cleaning my room, not helping her, not doing this not doing that. Don’t get me wrong- I did help her. But she, like every day since I was born, is “I’m disgusted with you Ryan.” I think it doesn’t bother me as much as it used to, which is good because otherwise I’d have gone all Bates Motel a long time ago. Anyway, I thought I’d Google a few colleges and maybe write down some useless stuff. But then again, I could just write about it and I’d feel better. I honestly don’t know what school I should party at. Not to worry, I do have some direction to my life. I do know what I’m interested in. And not interested in (underwater basket weaving) I can see myself with a four year degree in biochemistry, biotechnology, or just plain biology. I could also see myself going on to graduate school to be a vet, like mi padre. I know I know, the whole following the footsteps thing, but I really do like animals. I’d not really prefer to work with pigs, since they piss in your boots. Actually I hate pigs, so I’m staying away from the large animal side. I’d focus on small animals. I would either go into research, finding new medicines, or find a practice somewhere to join. Being a senior this Tuesday has really had me thinking lately. I’ve thought about my future, and the millions of ways it can unravel. Although I hate to admit this, I actually want to get married and live happily ever after. Maybe even have a couple kids, as much as I hate that idea, I think I would. I even started a list titled Why Not to Have Kids. I just want a good paying job that has decent hours. A nice house that I can call home, with a garden big enough to feed my wife and I. Maybe a kid or two, and a dog. And plenty of cats. I’d have a separate shed where I might have a shop. I don’t really like mechanical work or wood work, but I’d have it anyway just to keep it neat and organized. I’d have trees to plant, lawn to mow, weeds to pull, maybe some horses. And my wife would help me cook in the shiny clean kitchen, using the fresh vegetables from the garden. I know the males in my generation would castrate me for saying this, but my wife wouldn’t even have to be perfect. Just as long as she loves me for who I am and has a “good heart” as my little brother would say. Wow, I can’t believe I’m saying this. Hehehe isn’t that funny, I probably sound like some desperate mortician with a social deficiency. Well my point is, its likely that won’t happen. Although I would like for my future to depend on that “special someone” but you just can’t count on it. So I’m plowing ahead with my own plans. Whether that be living the simple life in the mountains, backpacking in , ranching Down Under , or monkin’ it in a monastery, I’m ready for anything that comes this way. I just wish I knew what it was, like Madame Maniana the Mystic Cat.