bloodyrosemccoy | It's A Hard World

Twelfth Night

*snorf*

Figures. I go back to school tomorrow and I’ve got a cold.

And in truly awful news, I just found out I can’t take the juggling class I was registered for. It conflicts with one of my other classes. Curses! I was finally going to learn how to keep three oranges in the air for a prolonged period of time, and my damn major intruded itself into my life. Anthropology. Psh. Why couldn’t I have majored in juggling? It seems to have worked for Penn Jillette, right? Right?

Perhaps I’ll take it up later in life and become a late-blooming artist, the Grandma Moses of tossing fruit around. “Amelia started juggling after college,” people will say, “and look where she is now!”*

Or I can just find a club or something. But where’s the romance in that?

*With any luck, in one of my five fabulous palaces surrounded by boxes of chocolate and books and entertainment.