Today I am

I thought it might be fun to do a series of things that I always wanted to be but never will be. Sometimes I get nostalgic for being a kid and knowing that I was going to be whatever the heck I wanted to be when I was old. I was a doctor, I was a dancer, I was a princess, I was the first person on earth to make contact with extra-terrestrial life. I was the archaeologist that discovered the thriving undersea civilization of Atlantis.

Needless to say, I have not done any of those things, and some of them are getting more and more unlikely (though I still have hopes about the Presidency).

So today I am an astronaut. I may not be these things I dreamed of, and still sometimes do, but I most certainly can pretend in a way that is much more socially acceptable at my age than actually pretending.

She's about to have some regrets.

Also for your viewing pleasure (and what is this sentimental kick I'm on today? What's that about? I took my Prozac this morning, right? RIGHT?) I have a little drawing I did this afternoon after I was awake much of the night worrying about my mistakes and fears and things that will set me back in life.

This is not actually very normal for me. Usually I have it more together, in spite of the general dropping-out-of-school and two-prozacs-a-day thing. And last night my worries weren't anything terribly awful--just regular old irresponsible me, putting things off and forgetting about them until they sneak up on me all of a sudden and ruin my night and keep me awake until four-ish. I always remember these things in the middle of the night.

Anywho, I tried to divert my thoughts to something more productive, and came up with this. For all those times you feel this way, I give you my fear.

The moral of the story is that I did it in ballpoint pen and can I just tell you how much I miss that particular medium? I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. Ah, the making of marks. How it soothes my brains.

On a similar, but not as personal/sentimental/way-too-much-information note, I also used my pen to do what I do best with pens. I did a zombie. I think she's precious.

This is not necessarily my barbed satire about cheerleaders in general. I mean, I don't particularly have a fondness for them, but this was not a commentary about my dislike for them. I just thought it would be funny.