It's been a while, shoot me. No, really.

So for those of you that still occasionally check out my poor, neglected blog, I figured I'd give you a bit of an update to what I've been doing lately.

For those of you that talk to me often, I've been clamoring to get the hell out of this state, so when Jarret got accepted to NIU, I figured I'd move on out to Illinois, too - at least I'd know someone, right? So I threw my resume up on Craigslist, applied to several jobs, and looked up countless apartments. So far, I've been offered two separate jobs, one of which sounds like a really good fit for me, at least for a while.

And then, yesterday, I changed my mind. No, I'm not moving. Yet. Instead, I'm going to Quinsig for an associate's in Nursing Education, so I can be an RN. Yeah, from psychologist to cop to administrative assistant for the rest of my life to RN. After that, I'm hoping to get a position down in Nashville (the rents down there are like $400 a month, no lie). My grammy lives down there, too :)

On top of the RN thing, I still have that pesky life-long dream of being a writer. So today, I submitted this little number to Gore and Shock Provoked, or G.A.S.P., magazine. Here's crossing my fingers.

Okay, one last thing: Jill, my favorite person in the world, decided to make her own blog. It's called From the Land of Jill, and is on my Tasty Links bar over there. Go visit, say hi. She's great!

Alright, that's all. See you in another month or two.

A Glimpse into: The life of a wanna-be.

That's right, I said it -- I am a wanna-be.

And just what is it I want to be? Well, here's a bulleted list for you:

• Novelist
• Child psychologist
• Sex therapist
• Police officer
• Animal cop
• Veterinary assistant
• Vet Tech
• Vet
• Neurosurgeon

Jesus Christ, you might be saying. Jesus Christ, indeed. My problem is not that I am unambitious, no; quite the opposite. I'm far too ambitious, and I can't pick and choose just one thing and stick with it. It's really god damn annoying.

Right now, I'm clearly on the psychology path, what with getting my degree in it and all. Yet, is that really what I want, to listen to other people complain, pretending the whole time that I actually care and see them as more than just a walking credit card? That doesn't sound so appealing. And how about that writer dream I've had since I wrote my very first story when I was six (and it wasn't bad for a six-year-old, either)? Can't forget it. And I love animals, wouldn't it be great to work with them instead of insufferable humanity? Damn right. I'm not joking about the neurosurgeon bit either.

Lately, I've wanted more than anything to get into law enforcement. Problem is, even with frequent google searches and such, I can't seem to figure out how. The best I can guess is you have to have an associates or bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice ( allcriminaljusticeschools.com ), and either apply directly to a law enforcement agency that may have no openings, or hope a recruiter comes to you. After that, you have to attend a 12 to 14 week police academy program.

Come on. That's retarded. If I want to put my life on the line and ultimately get shot in the face by some kid robbing a fucking Honey Farms, it should be a hell of a lot easier for me to do so than spending two more years in classes I don't want to attend, followed by maybe getting into a police academy, and spending four months having the spirit beat out of me, and then maybe, just maybe be hired by an agency that'll probably be halfway across the damn country, forcing me to pick up my life and move away (not that I would mind leaving this state forever and ever).

Since when did it get so hard to have a goddamn career?