Oh, the future?

I've been thinking lately that, although it seems out of reach, the future is already burning holes through my brain and I should begin to prepare. My immediate thought had always been- Go to Korea and teach English for a year. I had no other pre-meditated plans.

However, I've been researching and the California State, Sacramento Graduate School seems pretty appealing. They have an English program and I can earn 9 credits from volunteering in the Peace Corps while attending school. That would be a dream. I could probably head to Korea for the summer months too and keep hold of that plan or, before I start my actual career, go to Korea for a year and make money to pay off my student loans. I think I am starting to have some sort of cohesive plan for the future. I mean, I doubt that I will follow this stringently, this is only the accumulation of one hour of thought but at least know more than I did before. I do not particularly want to stay in New York nor do I want to go someplace so strikingly different-- I would still like wherever I reside to be busy and proactive enough. Sunny California seems great. I always thought I'd go there, Boston, Washington, or stay in New York but move to the city. I also must travel as much as possible no matter how or where. I guess that seems to be the only criteria. And then there's the possibility of a law degree. Law is dry, but a degree in it is very tempting--if only for the useless society symbolism and respect it evokes in the dumb people around. o_o^^ hehe. sry~*

I just want to build a life that I'm proud of. You know, kind of like the SIMS but this time I'll make sure I don't get my savings stolen from my room-mate, lock my neighbors up in my house, or scare away my mom because my house smells so bad. It took three or four tries to finally learn how to live most perfectly in that game.
I sometimes regret that it might take a lifetime to correctly learn how to live in this one.

Hopes and expectations pour and drip out my eyes and skin and heart and I don't want them to shrivel to dust and settle thick on the rafters of a mediocre house and lost dream. Everybody's life eventually becomes an apple-wood box of paraphernalia, lost in some attic of debris and cobweb sinews and disconnected from the world. Disappearing silently seems to hold some form of comfort though; all I need to know is that I played the game right and un-locked all the possible items, events and weapons that I could before the ending credits roll by.