FEMA

Japan and I have a lot in common these days, besides our 'to the minute' countdown to Comic-Con.


So Japan might have gone and got hit with a chuck of natural disasters, but I went ahead and decided to graduate college. Both life shattering and not an easy clean up.

No 5-minute has remained the same over the past, oh say, 120 hours. That's 5 days for all you mathematically challenged folk, like myself, who needed to use a calculator.

My life is a sand castle. Every time I make a perfectly sculpted tower, an unsupervised child comes running down the beach and kicks it.
I need to start making my castles out of cement.

But I can't do that. Because for me, making decisions is like dribbling a football. Near impossible.

Examples:
- I change my outfit at least 4-6 times before going out, and by going out I mean take out the trash.
- When I go to the movies, I spend at least a half hour standing in the candy aisle at Shaw's, having a battle over Sour Patch Kids or Charleston Chews. You know who wins? ChexMix. And now I have missed the previews.
- One time, I made the lady at Boloco completely remake a burrito because in the 3 minute time span from ordering, I decided that I was no longer in the mood for teriyaki. Or a burrito. Smoothie it is!
- Pen or pencil? Pen or pencil?!

So imagine the tug-o-war game that is being played in my brain with my future career choices and life styles.


Where can I send my resume to apply for a job as 'Hannah Montana' so I can get the best of both worlds...