The Dream.

I get to school today to get pounded by the usual shit that everyone gets every day at school these days, 'what are you going to do when you finish year 12?'. It seems to be the focus and fair enough, we are nearly finished our schooling I guess, I mean after this term, there is like a week or something and then exams, we are at the busiest part of the year and it is getting hard for everyone...well, not really me. I mean it's harder than it was a month ago but I chose subjects that aren't going to challenge me if you will. I figure that I have my whole life ahead of me, why worry about a TER score when you can just have fun in high school then do the corresponding TAFE course to get into the uni course later if that's what I decide to do...but what do I want to do? Sitting at Hungry Jacks my good friend Jesse opened my eyes to journalism, I knew it existed and I have thought about it once or twice but then he reminded me of Owen Wilson in that movie that made me cry; Marley and Me. All his job required, was just writing about the stuff that he does, and that is awesome because all I do is talk, and when I do that, people listen. I don't know why, I mean most of the stuff I talk about is just bullshit but I guess its funny or entertaining or something. Then I thought about how rad would that be, I mean that has got to be a job custom built for someone like me, that just talks about...shit.

What can I do about it now though? Journalism has like a 90 TER or some shit and its not like I'm going to get that, or any TER for that matter, I mean I am doing four subjects. Well it looks like I am going to have to do the journalism TAFE course or something because it's too late to go for a 90 TER now.

Anyway, I thought I would do something to see if this was really something that I wanted to do, because at the moment I have the mind set that this is the dream job, this is what I was born to do. But who knows, that may change. I change the way I think all the time, a few weeks ago I had the mind set that I really wanted to play The Sims again, so I went through the house and found all four discs for The Sims 2, and the two discs for the university expansion pack. I played it for about a week and realised that it isn't that much fun, especially when the guy I controlled is excelling in life due to me, and in reality I have accomplished nothing but set this fake man up with a rad life. I got side tracked again, but lets just say that I am now sick of The Sims, but chances are that in a month or so I will be pretty keen to play it again.

So to end the first episode of a saga that for all I know will help me peruse the dream of being a columnist like Owen Wilson in Marley and Me, or slow down my actual life like playing The Sims.