Dentist? YA/Chicklit super star? Vassar? Nope, not coherent.

I may be having a mid teen crisis.
Okay, so Im 18, which is clearly not 'mid teen'.
But the point is Im having a (mild) LIFE CRISIS.

Heres the thing.
I'm having doubts about the whole medical thing.
I mean, what I really want to do, is go to an awesome Uni/College like Vassar, study Creative writing and English and other awesome subjects, and then, if I have to come back to Paki, be one of those cool A level/Uni Level, English Lang/Lit teachers, who earn a good amount, have fun in teaching something that they love, and then, side by side, write the best YA Chick lit novel EVA.

But mostly I just want to study in the USA. And go to Vassar. And write a best selling novel.
Thats what I really really want. THAT is the number 1 dream.

But sadly, the number two dream is obviously much more ''sensible''.
Become a dentist.
Okay, so its not that I dont like the whole dentist thing. I like it. I mean, I would love to be a dentist.
When I was lil girly, my mom took me to the most awesome dentist ever.
He had a posh waiting area with a whole built in play house, not the plastic kind- but a playhouse with two proper stories, windows, fully carpeted and yes, a slippery slip.
I loved him, because whenever we went there, I always scampered up to the 2nd story and sat in the little room, (there was a light in there as well), and I sat there and read whichever book I'd brought with me.
Then when it was time for the checkup, the dentist ALWAYS gave me cool stickers at the end, which said things like:

Despite the cheesiness, I adored them. I also found his office to be pretty cool with stuffed toys all over the place, decorated with stickers and shit.
Maybe all childrens' dentists are like that, but thats the kinda dentist I want to be. The one with a special place for his patients, and pretty cute stickers for free and over all friendliness.
I think if I become a Dentist, I'll open a dental clinic for teens and preteens (dont like under tens that much). Even though I'm 18, Im still scared of going to the dentist.
But my dental clinic, will be the shizz, with Teens always Lovin' it. And thus it will make going to the dentist slightly less daunting for pplz like moi.


But I think I've completely gone off topic here.
I want to be in a liberal arts university, but I also want to be a dentist.
Does that make sense?

The sad part is, it doesnt really matter because I didnt apply anywhere abroad, only to Simon Fraser, and that too, just for fun, and guess what? I GOT IN.
But my Dad wont ever send me there so, there is no point in doing a victory dance over that anyway.


I'm sleepy now.
Looking back, this post is neither funny, nor does it make sense, but if you read it, well, thanks.
U A 2ROO FOLLOWER.

K. I'm gonna go now.
On a more coherent note, I'm reading two books at the moment, one on ebook, the other on regular paper:

Hardcopy

eBook

Both are really good so far. Click on them to know more about them!

xx
CLG

I have two tests tomorrow so this will be short.

First things first- 50 FOLLOWERS?

I love you all.

Also, my SAT was okay.
I mean, what I WANT is a score of 2100 atleast.
Yes I know, STOP LAUGHING.
But seriously? Whenever I mention this to anyone, they start laughing.
WHAT THE FUCK IS SO FUNNY ABOUT ME WANTING A GOOD SCORE?
Nothing k?

So anyway, I dont think it went as well it should have. I think I'll score between 18 to 19 hundred. So even though it isnt that bad, it still kinda sucks.
But still, fingers crossed.

I gotta jet now.
Stupid school is still on even though tomorrow is supposed to be a holiday.
Ugh.

Remember:

Cuz you're reading this.

xx

CLG

SAT! BOOKS! LOSERS! LOVE! We got it awl, shiz.

My SAT is in ONE WEEK. Its safe to say that I still have not yet completed a single practice test.
I blame it on KESC and the government, like any responsible Pakistani, so its all cool man. Shit.

Two people keep calling me and texting me. They're not my friends, or anyone I know. They are lovely frAndshipers. I'm posting their numbers here, so you , awesome followers (if bored) can spam their inboxes like they have spammed mine.
Or just give the numbers to your pathan chowkidars? Or whatever.
I trust you to do WOTEVA U FEEL LYK.

1.03017817874
2.03453596290

The first one's name is Hussain, the second one goes by Abid.
Yeah, they're stupid enough to sign their name at the end of every text.

And while you're at it, could you PLEASE report this fucked up fellow?

http://www.facebook.com/#!/thekarachigirls


Thanks guys <3.

So anyway, I read another awesome book, when I should have been studying.

Forget You, by Jennifer Echols.

 I chose to read this (e)book because I sorta got jilted at the altar. [Long, stupid story.]

And well, I really wanted to forget. The crucial thing, that I had infact forgotten {no pun intended} though was that the blurb said it was about amnesia, not about FORGETTING THE GUY WHO U LUF.

So anyway, all that aside.
Forget You was AMAAAZING.
I loved it.
It was one of those big-smile-at-the-end books.
I did, anyway.

What its about:

WHY CAN’T YOU CHOOSE WHAT YOU FORGET . . . AND WHAT YOU REMEMBER? There’s a lot Zoey would like to forget. Like how her father has knocked up his twenty-four- year old girlfriend. Like Zoey’s fear that the whole town will find out about her mom’s nervous breakdown. Like darkly handsome bad boy Doug taunting her at school. Feeling like her life is about to become a complete mess, Zoey fights back the only way she knows how, using her famous attention to detail to make sure she’s the perfect daughter, the perfect student, and the perfect girlfriend to ultra-popular football player Brandon. But then Zoey is in a car crash, and the next day there’s one thing she can’t remember at all—the entire night before. Did she go parking with Brandon, like she planned? And if so, why does it seem like Brandon is avoiding her? And why is Doug—of all people— suddenly acting as if something significant happened between the two of them? 
Controlled, meticulous Zoey is quickly losing her grip on the all-important details of her life—a life that seems strangely empty of Brandon, and strangely full of Doug.

 

I loved it because of the romance, it was sizzling and Doug was awesome.
I liked Zoey, except I was always slightly annoyed by her, since she didnt act like a normal teen- I dont know, I felt that she was too detached from whatever was happening, and wtf was all that shit about Brandon? {MILD spoilers} I disliked the fact that she kept calling him her boyfriend, when she KNEW he was a player. And just because she'd slept with him once.
Oh and the whole sleeping-with-someone-to-distract-yourself-from-tragedy bit is so overrated and screwed, both literally and figuratively thats its not even funny anymore.
What I adored was how much Doug cared for Zoey, and the huge-attention-to-detail type things he did for her. For example, it was so sugar sweet of him to drag her away from the car, even with a leg searing with pain- and then how he asked Zoey's best friends to stop acting stupid and befriend Zoey again... adooorable and so FREAKING cute.
I'm a strong believer of the whole 'its the little things' shit, and thus, Doug rocked.
To gush on and on.. I loved the amnesia thing, I loved how Doug always tried to protect Zoey, I loved how she was a good swimmer and wasnt like any of the cliched cheerleader/loser types and etc etc. {End: Spoilers}

What I'm trying to say it, READ IT, AND LOVE.

K?
k.

Okay, thats enough for today, I suppose. I'll leave ya'll with another awesome quote my that same soon-to-be-famous-loser.

Saieen scene bhi mean hai muscle bhi lean hai aur biscuit bhi peak frean hai aysi to baat hi nahi hai C:

Hahaha, I love him, it made me totally LMAO. 
But not ROFLMAO, for THAT, you gotta check the other quote here.

k bai now.
xx
CLG