What I Really Need Are Minions

Because if I had minions they could entertain me. They could do my homework. And they wouldn't complain. And they would also work for free.

And I would make them look like LOLcats and talk with really ridiculously bad grammar. Like this:







Okay, so I feel like I should talk a bit more about my day than just telling you all i wish I had minions. But I do. My brother and I...(I really should come up with code names for my sibs. I have TWO brothers and that can get kinda confusing. I just don't really know what to call them I guess, since my name is Cinderella and she didn't have brothers...nor are my siblings ugly or step. They're beautiful/handsome and definitely biologically related. Anyway, I suppose I'll try and work on coming up with some royal sounding names for the sibs in my life, but moving right along) my brother and I have a joke about minions, which is why today it was stuck in my head. Besides that I think somewhere in the deep recesses of my twisted stubborn mind I would really like to run an underground system and have minions carry out dirty deeds...like you know, take out the trash, go to the grocery store, fill the car up with gas, write my English essays...

I keep thinking about the future. I suppose that it has something to do with me being fed up with college and wishing I was out of here. I don't want to regret a decision that I make now because of how it will affect my future, but also if I could just skip this whole college business and get out where there is no homework or big exams to worry about on a regular basis, I wouldn't even think twice.

To me, there is so much more to life than college. There's so much more than learning how to give a speech, or what the square root of two divided three halves to the fifth power is. There's more than writing college essays and taking exams for courses that you have to pass even though you have no desire to learn them whatsoever. I realize that when I finally get out of here and live in the 'real world' and get a job, I'm going to have to do things I don't want to do. There's really no escaping it. But for what I would love to do with my life, I don't feel like this is really where I'm supposed to be. If it is where I'm supposed to be, would I hate it so much?

I just sit in my dorm room and procrastinate on my homework because I have no motivation. It's not fun. I don't look at this work and say "it's hard, but it's necessary and I'm going to do it" because to me it doesn't feel necessary. I'm slowly going crazy here. My brother would snort right there and laugh and tell me that I already am crazy, so it's a short trip. I'm inclined to agree. I am pretty crazy already. But this science and math stuff is driving over a cliff. I'm tired of it. I've dealt with math and science for the past 13 years and I don't want it anymore. I just want to learn what will actually apply to what I want to do with my life, I don't want to get caught up in the core subjects that are required of everyone so that the school can just have my money. Okay, so I'm sure the classes I'm taking now, the ones I took last semester and the ones I theoretically will be taking next semester all tie in somehow, but I'm losing my concept of exactly what these courses are supposed to do for me. My brain is done here.

Part of me wants a year off. Part of me wants to major in Photography. Part of me wants to skip everything and turn in to a hobo and travel across the world. And a big part of me knows that in order to have a future that I would actually like, I have to figure something out now that's going to help me get to there.

I'm kinda sorry for seeming to post about this so much, but writing it down helps me sort out my thoughts. Plus the input I get in my comments is reassuring. Anyway, thanks for letting me rant to you about stuff. What an ending to a post that started out so light hearted. :-)