My Island, My Dream

I know what I want from life. The place I want to be, the place I want to work for. I guess I'm lucky in this, that even if I don't know what I'll do with my life, or where I'm going, I know what I want.

Sometime down the road, I'll get a job, maybe even this summer. I'd like to work at a game store, or even a clothing store. Sorting stuff is fine by me, and at least I know what I'm talking about with games. Hot Topic would be fun, as I look the part of a Goth already, and I can glare at everyone.

Someday, preferably at the start of college, I can get a computer. If I can get software as part of a student package, it'll be a Mac, but otherwise I'm leaning towards a PC. There's just more free-ware that works on Windows. I need a scanner so I can convert my sketches and notes to a digital format. The more my life is digitalized, the better. Most of my friends are online, and they're all I need anyway.

I'll sell all of my stuff, and just have a bank account and my computer. Stuff is too much of a hassle anyway. These days books, music, and even my art can all be had in computer files. So, I'll get an apartment to store my computer in, and live happily. I can write, draw, and chat without ever seeing the accursed sun, and rot away out of sight, and out of mind. This is my island, this is my dream.