Hello. My name is Brittney Flair. I live in Alabama.I am seventeen years of age. I am senior at a wonderful (and ghetto) high school. I listen to music and text too much. I also read a bunch of books.I bite my lip and look for dead ends in my hair when I’m nervous. My grades are mediocre. To be honest, I’m lazy and I have no self confidence. I tend to think I’m dumb (though I’m told otherwise) I’m in love with men and beards. A lot of folks have told me I look and sound like Ellen Page. I disagree. I’m not that awesome. Winter months make me sad. My dog makes me happier. I don’t know what I want to do for the rest of my life. I really think I’m going to do Army ROTC in college and graduate as a Officer in the Army. I’ll get to travel and live with no real payments. Yet, I still don’t know what I want to do. I’ve wasted a lot of time developing interests in art,boys and history. As a kid, I wanted to dig up ancient ruins. But, as I do more and more research on archeology, I realize that you pretty much need a Ph.D. Army ROTC only pays for a bachlor degree. I’ve also wanted to be a mortician. The problem? When I get out of the military, it might be super hard to find job. Most morticians practice under their family business. I hate the fact that I am seventeen and I have to figure out what I am going to do for the rest of my life. It scares me. I don’t want to end up like my aunt or my mother. I don’t want to get married at nineteen and have kids at twenty because what the fuck else is there to do. I don’t want to have to rely on anyone. I don’t want to be in debt. These are things I know.
Sorry for the length of this. Just ranting to my grandmother doesn’t always do justice.
