Dear Bleaders,
I wish back to school was still a "You've Got Mail Moment." With the smell of a freshly sharpened bouquet of pencils, new lined paper waiting to be doodled on, walking hand in hand with a friend on a crisp Autumn morning. I miss those days. Now its driving around the parking lot looking for a parking spot, unforgiving college professors who only give leniency to those that are hairs away from death. Curse this wretched day! The day I go back to school! I already have financial burdens; I don't need the weight of homework. Speaking of financial burden, still no luck on the job hunt. Although that is due to the fact that I have not yet made the trip to the mall.
In other news,
I have begun the search for my biological parents. I have waited my whole life for this moment! It took one form to start the process. I though it would take a novel sized packet of forms and some lawyers at the least. Alas, a single piece of parchment will lead to the revelation of my ancestry.(Anne of Green Gables moment)
I imagine my biological parents are rock stars, or actors, or perhaps just very Jewish. Don't get me wrong, I'm satisfied with my current situation, but the thought of possibly making the tabloids has definitely crossed my mind. I could be famous for being famous...like Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie.
I will keep you updated on my star status.
Till the morrow,
Amy
P.s. In the picture above, would you say I'm a lioness or an eskimo?
