a few things.

there are some topics i feel i must talk about. they vary in levels of importance.

1. why is the popularity of maxi-dresses soaring? i do not understand. they are ugly on about 96 percent of the population. really, unless you are a pregnant nicole richie, you should probably steer clear.

2. i got boobs when i was probably ten or eleven. they were nothing to write hugh hefner about, but they were bigger than the sets other girls my age were sporting. they did not slow in their growth until i was close to finishing high school. unfortunately, the rest of my body stopped growing when i was twelve, leaving me with a (not quite) 5'2'' frame to lug around my extra-full fun bags. so, shopping for bras is typically a demoralizing process. mostly because i think several brands tend to vanity size, to give ladies of more modest bust the impression that their cup size is larger than it is, which is pretty silly and inconvenient for some of us who have a hard enough time even finding a 34DD, only to spew out at the sides. if i were to find a bra that was able to sufficiently cover my assets, it would undoubtedly be ugly. like, "my grandma's hand-me-down" ugly.

but a few days ago i made a life-changing discovery while at dillard's. i was casually perusing the intimates section when i picked up an attractive bra and realized that the entire rack consisted of bras for C-cups and greater. the brand is lunaire (with a collection called "whimsy"), and it's not any more expensive than most department store brands but definitely better looking. if you or someone you know has a supersized rack, pass the word along.

3. my dog totally just held his puke until i opened the door to let him out. how thoughtful.

4. i am once again unsure of what to do with my life. i really thought i wanted to major in journalism and then apply that degree to a career that involved writing. but i am inclied to feel like i don't really need to go to school for that. i should just be able to get a job and work my way up. and i am worried about job security and lack of income because even employed journalists tend to make moderate wages. i don't really see myself living an extravagant lifestyle, but i would like to feel secure and be able to afford having babies at some point down the road. i'm sure it's possible, but journalism so competitive and i know the work itself would be stressful. i just don't know if i'll be able to take it as far as i'm picturing it in my head. i would certainly not want to write for a local newspaper forever.

because of this i have thrust myself back into quarter-life crisis mode. i have been considering switching my final career destination to somewhere in the medical field. because a)i find it intersting and b)people are always getting sick, which is conducive to employment. ideally, i would like to be a medical examiner because i wouldn't need to have a bedside manner. but you have to be a doctor in order to medically examine the deceased, and i am really not that committed. this is why i am seriously thinking about becoming a nurse.

it feels like selling out. but i think it might just be a sign of maturation. i really have no idea what i'm doing. lolz.