Hoping

So it's been a million years.
Sorry about that.

I guess I'm just getting adjusted to my life right now. It's not my favorite, but it could be a lot worse. I just...actually want to be in school right now. I want to learn. I was asked by a new co-worker today what my "hobbies" were.

I don't even have hobbies. I don't do things, but I have interests. And who would know? I don't have an awesome geology pin or big collection to show off (I do have a small collection of things I've collected and identified from the canyon, but nothing spectacular), I don't have a viola thing I can whip out and do, and saying you're interested in forensic science may as well be saying: "I watch Dexter and CSI." Which I don't, by the way.

Anyway, it just made me sad. I am just working at a gas station (which I kinda enjoy) and hoping my husband finishes school soon - which won't happen, at least the soon part.

I catch myself hoping we'll get pregnant at some point. At least it would give me something to do. Then I remember how horrifying the whole thing would be, and then I don't wish it anymore.

I just don't want to get stuck without having some sort of educational accomplishment. You know, a real one.