Aww, thanks Chanterais hunny! Btw, you are GORGEOUS. With the gloves and all, you look very classy.
Oh, you are blowing smoke up my ass, and I
love it. Actually, that sounds like a rather dubious sexual predilection, so I'll move on. The classiness you ascribe to me is all a thin illusion. I ate cold pizza for breakfast this morning.
Henrypie, your post got me thinking. When my boyfriend and I finish University, we will both have several degrees, be very educated but be very much in debt. And that's scary, 'cause finding a good job is questionable. And then I consider my brother and his wife. He did one year in University and one year in a local college, completed no degree or diploma or anything, and now he has managed to work himself up to supervisor at the mine back in my hometown. Between him and his wife, who also works at the mine, they make ridiculously good money, and it makes me question what I'm doing. But, I haven't lost all hope and thus I continue my studies.
Oh, I am experiencing the same damn thing. I'm doing my masters in Sub-Saharan African studies, and when I am finished, I will be fully qualified to be unemployed. It's an exercise in faith to keep going, and believe that one day, someone will be delighted to hire me, esoteric skills and all.
Why didn't I go to med school? Oh yes, that's right, I barely passed Biology.
I need to keep hearing stories like your brother's. I need to be reminded that people find their own way, every day. I listen to too many job horror stories.
On a totally unrelated topic, I think we should start to put together an imaginary picture of Delalluvia. I say, maybe late twenties, long chestnut hair, hazel eyes. Vaguely Emmy Rossum-y. Holding a sticky roller.
