Changes
If at 3 pm today, my beloved second college will not allow me to enroll this semester, maybe I’ll be dropping law school and will be calling the Department of Foreign Affairs instantly to inquire about the Foreign Service Officer IV exam.
Maybe I’ll start with brushing up on my Español and/or Francais for the above exam.
Maybe I’ll take Flamenco lessons.
Maybe I’ll really make it a point to frequent Greenbelt every Friday.
Maybe I’ll make it as my goal to brush up on my general information skills in that quiz show game in Time Zone.
Maybe I’ll start hating love (will post later that essay from Boss Tina’s blog).
Maybe I’ll start to dress ala-Liz Phair and totally and completely remove my "sweet" image so that nobody could ever mess with me again.
Maybe I’ll resign from this company and start pretending that my cousin’s residence in Singapore is mine so that I could start applying to companies there.
Maybe I’ll start going out on dates with all the freakos around and afterwards leave them lying in the dump.
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Then again. Maybe not.
