Stress, stress, stress. I do not need the stress right now. Just gotta breeze on through.

So, hypnosis is not working out for me. Just letting everyone know. It's a jip. Don't try it.

So my mom got accepted to Perimeter for nursing...and so today we're going over there to get her registration in order and stuff. Apparently she has to take some sort of ESOL test, too, even though she's pretty ace at english. BAHAHA.

I wrote a rough draft of my letter to Giovanni, but it sounds so dweeby and fangirlish. Crap. -_- Oh , well. Gotta be myself, hm? Teehee, I saved a bunch of pictures of him on my iPod. Now I can take him in my pocket, anywhere I go! <3 LAWLZ.

(And, this is the part of my entry today that actually means something:)

The life of a young recluse writer is not glamorous. Especially when there is no certainty of what rewards will be reaped. Except for the reward of creating a masterful piece of writing, that is. But the tangible reward, as in monehh, that is never certain. Neither is recognition. For all the hours I spend writing my novellas and screenplay, how do I know I will gain something from it? The ultimate reward: my novellas being published, and my screenplay being produced. Preferably by Fox Searchlight 'cause they do all the hip, independent movies these days. But what carries me through is knowing that I will get at least some satisfaction from finally finishing something.

*sigh*
This is so sad to say, but the more I think about it, the more I become unsure of my future. I mean, I thought I was all set with psychology. A secure future that I do have an interest in. But now, more and more, I am thinking: oh my gosh. My personality is too free-flowing, creative, and restless. It is going to be necessary to have some sort of creative drive in my career. So as much as I do want to do psychology, how happy am I going to be? I could always be a writer *on the side*, I know, but I don't know....I'm getting unsure of myself. If I could, I would just do something creative, that I love. But I am TERRIFIED of being financially insecure. Especially if I'm going to live in a big city, like I dream of doing.


Maybe I could marry a doctor. Or a financier. Hm.

But I mean, look at Diablo Cody (who wrote Juno). She majored in creative writing and ended up being a blogger, and making most of her money stripping until she got famous from writing Juno. I don't want to have to STRIP to get by in life. And not everyone who majors in creative writing or the arts gets makes it big like she did. Gah!

At any rate, I can always change my major if I'm unsatisfied with psychology. Life is a river: you row along, and if you come to a fork in the path, you take the one that suits your journey best.
(I made that one up all by myself.) :D Mwahaha.