Orwellian Shmorschellian.

Suggested listening for this entry: John Lennon "Hold on"

Cookie.

I really wish i had an afro.

Today i also kind of wished i still flew planes. I was working by an airport and whenever im around airports i get really nostalgic and on top of that, later in the day we installed a door at a pilot's house. Coincidence? probably, but still. All these aeronautical aspirations dont really help when I'm constantly trying to narrow down what I want to do. Here's a list of the jobs I've thought about pursuing today (lists are cool):
1. Pilot
2. Band member
3. Ship captain
4. Icelandic Farmer
5. Graphic Designer
6. Cab Driver
7. Inventor
8. Batman

I really just need to get out there and start trying them. I dont think I'm going to be one to stick with one job for too long. Sometimes I wish we lived in some Orwellian universe in which we're just given a career chip and forced to work where the man tells us to. If only it'wernt fer that dang free will! Ah, i'd probably get some crappy job anyway. Like a trash man or factory worker....or a politician.