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So lots of thinking has occurred since the previous posting on this page, and what we're thinking now, the Delegation To Arrange Kim's Life that is, is, that doing things spur of the moment is not the best way to make sure they happen. Not things that are really really important to you. This thought was flushed upon us when we were settling in Seattle, an admirable city No Doubt, and were looking for an Herbalist to Apprentice for three months. Granted, this plan sounds quite nice, and had the approval of all listeners, but did not take into consideration two key...um, considerations. Money and the unfortunate lack of apprentice-seeking-herbalusts. Ooh, I'm going to spell it like that now. So, seeing as being an Herbalust wasn't really that important to me (but then what is?...) and given the fact that my darling sisters were leaving three or more plaintive messages per day on my voice mail coaxing me to come home (we miiiiss you. we made coookies.), and amidst other mental and emotional considerations (I think I'm having a brainstorm! {it's from jeeves and wooster}), I came home. The point is debatable, but here I am, working three jobs and learning how to buy sell rent real estate (yum yum).

The point is, and follow me closely, I am tired of doing Nothing oh, and being nowhere! So now I want to go to India to volunteer for three months, in which I was also supposed to harness all my superior herbal skills, which I now don't have, and make my college resume look really good. Yes, I know people don't get full rides to Yale for wiping some kid's noses and digging trenches in India for three months, but ya gotta dream, riight?

I want to do everything and I want to do it now. But I have no role models and no one else thinks this is a good idea, 'cept maybe Kathleen, but she likes all my ideas.

So now I'm at Home, which is not a Bad Place To Be, and why am I capitalising all the important stuff? oh, because it's important. Now I'm thinking I'll be normal, eek, and go to denver after new year's, and get a car, drive it back to chicago, and go to school at the state university. this is Kim. This is Kim shaking her head slowly. This is Kim screaming and running for the hills, to live amongst the birds and trout. Something has to be done. I refuse to sit around being like Everybody Else any longer! So what do I do. I get on here. I write my grecian penpal. I add to this damnable list. I work my jobs. I save money...because someone told me to. And why do I need money? I'm not saying long-run, I'm sayin right now, because right now I can't think twenty years ahead, the world could be ended then. So I'll work, save five thou or so, stick it in investment, so if by some clause of the gods I *do* grow old, and drag someone off to India come new years. And that someone could be you...

Now that I think of it, though, college wouldn't be all that bad...I love learning, and I'm getting better at sitting still...really...amazing how easily we can be seduced by the sway of the System, eh?...

I'm gonna make a plan, for the life of the Kim for the fall, and I'm going to keep making plans until I find the perfect one. So just pretend you're listening....

Good ones in bold, really good ones in italics and bold.

• Ooh! Update! Update! In england, which is of course my casle on a cloud, they do something funky called a gap year, a year betwixt high school and university! They go volunteer and live it up! Prince Charles is even doing it, instead of getting run in for drunken rowdiness! And I bet the laws are different in Ghana anyway so I can be a drunken rowdy as well! Wuhoo. I'm happy. And finding a way to do good in the world. And not get paid for it either.

• Sa-weet! Emma

• One. Go to New Orleans and be a street performer.

• Two. Go to Shimer college. Get a car to come home on weekends. Get a job in a little bookstore. Get a community.
• YO! My sister went to Shimer college. For a year. ~Becky~

• Three. Become an avacado farmer.

• Four. Go to europe. Marry a rich, preferably mustacheod and titled, handsome man and live good.

• Five. Go to massage therapisism school. Get dreadfully in debt, all the kinks out of your shoulders and millions of hangers-on.

• Six. Go to school in europe somewhere, with parental blessing and moula, except don't really go to school (...like that dude in the Pink Panther? Surround yourself with the comforts of a wealthy bachelor.)

• Seven. Open a sandwich shop.

• Eight. Be a enlightened person who charges money for sessions at which she leads "guided meditation", sixty bucks a session should do it, checks payable to Kimberly Brunet, and I'd wear a purple toga and eat avacado sandwiches all day. And be very soothing.
• oooh.. most definately

• Nine. Study opera full time. Get sore throats occasionally, and take time off to see New York. Go to Juilliard. Get grants and stuff.

• Ten. Somehow acquire an independent fortune, get an apartment and live like an english dandy..."dressing five times a day, going to the opera three times a week." Rapture.

• Eleven. Live around home, be with all the people I'm with now, take drama classes at the community college...especially theatre dance! no. there MUST be other places to take theater dance., get books on how to be a street performer and a herbalist, study them, work as a gymnastic instructor, lead a psychology for kids class, blah blah blah...

• psychology for kids class, very good idea!

• Twelve. Go live with SOME interesting people SOMEWHERE...where? when? hmmmm. Oh and learn SOMETHING of course...so it sounds convincing...

• Thirteen. Run away and don't look back. Visit nice people you know. Scrounge dumpsters.

• Fourteen. Get a job. Yuck. No, really. You'll like it. You could...waitress. barmaid. be a lounge car attendant on a train.
• You'll have to fight me for the lounge car job. ;-) ~Danopian~
• Certainly, certainly. Did I mention that I have received training in Aikido, Karate, Mudwrestling, Stage Combat, Fencing and Looking Cute and Innocent?

• Fifteen. Wash windows.

• Sixteen. Go live in the virgin Islands and do Number Eleven.

• Seventeen. Become a spy. No you have to do college for that, eh?

• Eighteen. Knot socks. No I meant knit. really.

• Nineteen. Join the circus.

• Twenty. Become a jewel thief.

• Twenty-one. Become a nun.

• Twenty-two. Die young.

• Twenty-three. Become a telemarketer.

• Twenty-four. Do what your father did.

• Twenty-five. Become a fashion designer's apprentice.

• Twenty-six. Get married. Have nine children.

• Twenty-seven. Become a barmaid.

• Twenty-eight. Be one of those guards at the palace in london. With the big hats.

• Twenty-nine. Turn into a penguin. Live free.
• wait... maybe this one's the best one. Yes. Definately this one. For sure.

• Thirty. Be a herbalist and follow around a woman of the woods in Washington someplace. Find someone to follow around first. Live in the woods and see if you can make it in nature.

• Thirty-One. Become either a rock star, a movie star, or a performer on Broadway. At least try.

• Thirty-Two. Be a cook. Live and eat free and get to mess around in the kitchen.

• Thirty-Three. Become rocket scientist with hippie-guy-building-rocket and college-kid-whose-helping-him in Bend, Ore.

• Thirty-Four. Read books on tape (do all the voices) and sell them.

• Thirty-Five. Sail to Greece.

• Thirty-Six. Be a poet. Get money. Or not. Ooh, be a *wandering* poet. Flit in and out of small villages, minstreling to the crowds and getting free ale. Unless ale tastes like beer. I hate beer.

• Thirty-Seven. Be a support person for those wishing to quit IRC. A helper to get off IRC. A getter-off-IRCer.

• Thirty-Eight. Translate all of Oscar Wilde's works into Swahili. Go live in Swahile for awhile for this purpose.

• Thirty-Nine. Be a storyteller at a library, and then form a storytelling troupe complete with exotic face paint, long flowy costumes, and stories.

• Forty! Get eleven other people together and be a bunch of players. No, no, like in Shakespeare's age, when they did plays and travelled: via horse and thing~that~the~horse~pulls! We'd travel: via Volkswagon bus!

• Sign me up! Cassandra

• Forty-One. Be a cream cheese salesgirl on a cream cheese commercial.

• Forty-Two. Sell everything you own and go wander the fields shrieking madly (or not...) like Saint Francis.

• Forty-Three. Buy a sailboat and sail off from Seattle.

• Forty-Four. Street theater.

• Forty-Five. Become a professional lover.

• Forty-Six. Become a professional toe-nail clipper.

• Forty-Seven.