My voice has surrendered to the powers of the flu. I've been left with the vocals of a 90 year old chronic smoker or Ashlee Simpson. Not only that, but it hurts like hell to even try to talk. Boo. I never realized how much I value the ability to talk. Self-expression is a beautiful thing. Don't take it for granted. Promise? *sigh* Atleast I still have my hands. That's better than a voice anyways. I think if I had to chose between hands and vocal chords. I'd go with the hands. You can express yourself more with those. Sketch stuff, take pictures, write, play instruments, interpretive hand-dance (that's right, i said it), and type on this lucky blog. --- College. Apparently it's a big deal. So lately I've had no choice but to let it cross my lost train of thought and try to find a track for it. But to be honest, I'm not making much progress other than changing my mind everyday. After much thought, I've narrowed it down. ART. My dad hates that. He told me weirdo's go into art. So be it, I said. I'm a pure weirdo afterall maybe he just doesn't know it. There's a lot of possibilities in art...photography, visual communications, teaching. I'm not sure what I really like. And that 'I'm not sure' and uncertainty is what's bothering me. I don't want my future to be a random cointoss. I wan't to know for sure that what I chose is something I want to be doing for the rest of my life and actually enjoy it. It's just hard to know what's right when there's a world of careers to chose from. It's unfortunately true. One decision can impact the rest of your life. That's what scares me the most about this whole college deal. --- We stood outside. The snow fell. So did I. Then, our lips collided. Oh wait, that never happened. I just wanted it to.