Frustrated.

That's how I feel right now. Me and Duke are heading home in less than one month. Yes, it's exciting. But it is also making me sad. I love it here. And I am stressed. Life is stressful. I am 24 years old. Why is it so hard for me to figure out what I want to do for my career? And is your career even really as important as everyone makes it out to be? Yes, I obviously know having a good job is important. I have habits. Horseback riding is really flipping expensive. So I need a good job to do the things I love, right?

Can someone please hire me as their personal butler? Because I swear, keeping a house is the only thing I am good at.

Well, that's not true. I'm a darn good vet assistant. But, that is not what I want to do forever. Picking up heavy dogs all day. Seeing animals sick and hurt. Getting bit and scratched. It takes a toll on a person. I'd like the work at the zoo, but isn't that basically the same thing? Ugh.

This is one of those nights where I feel lonely. Duke has his friends over and they are having "dude talk." My neighbors are antisocial. And I need some girl time. Guess I'll hug my dog. Ha. And watch Aladdin.

I feel like someone should just tell me what to do with my life. And I'll do it. Whatever it is. I just want to know what I'm supposed to do.

Whiny and dramatic post over. Sorry about that.