Changing my major.

Holy moly. If I wasn't already the most erratic blogger, coming to college sure didn't help. I always knew I wasn't one of those people to love high school, we all know them... those people that will always remember those four years of high school as "the best days of my life". Ugh. Gag me with a rusty spoon. I spent high school wishing everyday to get out of that tiny little blob of a bubble and get out into the bigger ocean of the world. I seriously have a far too romanticized and hopelessly excitable personality. I believe thats where my love of books came from... I still love books so much because if you have the least bit of imagination, or in my case a whole hell of a lot... probably too much, then you can live vicariously through the stories and the people in those books. I read murder books, I read mystery books, I read sad books, I read happy books, I read risque books. I love books. And I'm about to share an intensely embarrassing fact. As if I'm not already an intense embarrassment to myself LOL. I am a great lover of historical romances. You know, those ones where a shirtless Fabio is standing on a cliff with the wind running through his hair and quite possibly a helpless damsel clinging to his arm in some type of ballgown. I think they appeal to me not only because I'm a sucker for a good love story (and we all know that these types ALWAYS end up happily ever after) but because I secretly want my life to be as ridiculous as these books. They all have basically the same plots, always involving family feuds, or secret princesses, or misunderstood people with traumatic pasts. And sadly, I have completely convinced myself that I am destined to live this ridiculously glamourous lifestyle that includes but is not limited to: having a prince or multibillionaire fall hopelessly in love with me and demand I marry him at once, living in a palace in a foreign country, discovering that I am secretly the last of a long lost royal family, becoming insanely famous (what would my talent even be anyway?) etc, etc. I've come to the conclusion that although I LOVE college, I mean its a blast everyday of the week and I have never in my life been happier, that I really just want to live in a book... Does Auburn possibly offer "Fabulously Extravagant and Ridiculously Unlikely and Glamourous Lifestyle" as a major? This mind vomit and sudden realization came from the fact that I really am changing my major. As I sat down and tried to think of something that I could see myself waking up and loving for the rest of my life I realized that it was this ridiculous fantasy illustrated above... I guess we will see what crazy thing I decide to pursue, because apparently "Certified Daydreamer and Wanderer", while it would make me extremely happy, is not a lucrative career. Who knew?