Twinkle

I want to be an astronomer. If only I could make it beyond Calculus II
without murdering my brain. I think my love for the universe comes
from my need to always have an option, another possibility beyond
whatever is in front of me. The universe and its infiniteness leave me
plenty of places to run to. Some people might find that emptiness
alarming, I think it is comforting. I would love to roam space, never
knowing if I'd return. I would float around in my space suit and look
down at all of you silly people and shake my head in sadness because
you are all defined by what you think to be reality. There is more.
There is always more. No story ends with the last page of the book.

I grow restless.
In the here and now.

The future is so much more fun.

Today I learned how to make guide lines in Adobe InDesign.
Exciting! (I already knew how)
Don't tell the teacher lady, she will make me take the advanced class.
(I want an A)

I grow old, I grow old.

Someone told me I was glowing today.
Forgot to powder my face.
SHINY!

Dinner tonight.
I already know what I will wear.
He will like it.
They always do.