Every day, without failure, the same three thoughts occur in my mind. Sometimes they're just passing through and other times they like to linger long. But by and by, I can't get through a single day of my life without thinking about Kristofer, my weight and what I'm eating, and what I'm going to do with my life. Is this normal? (that's rhetorical). I did an interview for the film club today and as I sat there taking notes, I suddenly realized how badly I wanted to be on the other side of the interview. When I did my video interviews for the play, it was just the same. So why am I here? Starting next year there is going to be a Film major. It requires six core classes. I'm working on Thread and loving it, so does this mean I should be a playwrite? The truth is, I don't know what I really want to be doing and fear I may be the kind of person that skips from one thing to the next. That's the way I work, you know. I don't move from start to finish, I work in sections and then sew it all together. But if I'm so sure I don't want to be a journalist, am I wasting my time right now? Why did I decide to go into journalism anyway? The reason is a vague memory. Carrie