When you're
in highschool, there's a lot of emphasis put on deciding what you're going to
be when you grow up. (Age-wise, not height-wise... At least I'm guessing,
otherwise I'm stuck.) Now, I've debated many options. Writer, editor, food
scientist, paleontologist... However, last night, I realised where my future
truly lies.
Guys... I'm
going to be a ninja.
Just
looking at this lovely blurry webcam photo, can't you see all the potential?
I'm wearing
a semi-black shirt and black shorts! How much more ninja can you get? (I was
wearing an entirely black t-shirt, but even ninjas have to be stylish... and the
all-black look wasn't working for me.)
As for the glasses...
admit it, they're gorgeous. And totally ninja-esque.
And where
does this newfound ambition stem from, you may well ask? The answer is simple.
Spiderman. (Whoever said superhero movies were a waste of time didn't know what they were talking about.) I was
totally jealous. That scene on the train... (If you've seen it, you'll know
what I'm talking about. If you haven't, GO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW. It's amazing.
Plus you can drool over Andrew Garfield for TWO HOURS.) Despite the fact that I
am one of the klutziest people on Earth, I knew right away that I want to be
able to do that.
IT'S
OFFICIAL, GUYS. I even worked out today! (Ok, so I work out almost every day. Whatever. I HAD A GOAL TODAY and that makes it better.) Next on the agenda- finding ninja classes. Do those exist? Are they completely secret, and you have to prove yourself first? Whatever it takes, I will do it!
...so what was your life plan when you were sixteen? Or if you're not yet there, what is it now?












