So I have always wanted a job in the biology field because I thought it would finally make me happy, but I am still depressed most of the time. When did I become such a person that I can never be satisfied with anything? I plan on going back to get my masters in biology soon but now I am almost thinking I want to go to school for aeronautical engineering because I currently feel like I want to work for NASA. I know that I never will though. One of the main reasons that I love biology is because it is incredibly easy to me. I have always been quite proficient in math, but it has never came easily to me.
On a better note I have finally after 5 years or so of contemplating writing a novel though of the premise. I am going to write an alternate history auto-biography, the idea for which I got from the dinosaur comics. In T-rex's book everything was exactly the same except T-rex wrote I was purple the whole time at the end. Mine will be quite different though. It will be a book about me written by me, but with things that have never happened and will never happen because it is about the me in a parallel universe. I guess when you think about it, it will just be a work of fiction in which I am the main character. I know that is seems really self centered to write a book about oneself, but I am only using myself to mold the main characters actions and motives because I know how I would react to different situations. It should be a fun time.
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