So, here I am again. It's waytooearlyinthemorningtomention right now, and I just remembered why I'm up and not really ready to hit the sack even though I know I really am (go figure): coffee. I had a tall glass (plastic) cup of Starbucks mocha frap (yum) only a few hours ago.

Well, nothing much has really happened. Nothing interesting at all. Only to say that I'm seriously considering a major in Fine Arts, concentration in who-knows-what, but I know I want to get into computer graphics and photography. It's silly, but I feel rather dumb not knowing which 'path' to take in order to get to wherever my destination is (literally speaking, my destination is heaven -- it's these temporal pit stops on planet earth that I'm having a hard time trying to pencil in on this map o'life).

Anyway, key words: fine arts, graphics, photography, mulitmedia, and...some others I can't think of right now. But you get the basic idea. Oh, look, a sentence fragment.

Still considering TAC but, y'know, when I look at the tuition, I get this mental picture: me. standing there. in the shadows of this HUGE stack (or mountain) of cash. which I must pay. to Them. It's the money thing. It's killing me softly with the imaginary song of ruffling, green bills heading away from my bank account.

scholarships *teeny voice echoes*. Yes yes, I've heard that already.

*sigh* And I had the military in mind, mostly to pay for school, but I wouldn't want to have the military detract me from my academic goals in life. Especially when I want to have a strong, Catholic foundation in my studies as I enter tertiary years at who-knows-what art college.

What to do. What to do! Come on, Rems. Get with the program. *wonders what the plans are of current TACers for their post-TAC lives*

Bleh, the mind rambles on ever so. I take that as a hint to really get to bed before I wake up late for Mass tomorrow- I mean - in several hours. Yeesh.