tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831373.post3682467284398499025..comments2023-09-18T08:24:55.077-07:00Comments on Anybody Want a Peanut?: This blog is a little... strange.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656343241353538742noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831373.post-7779691977909670412009-09-03T21:53:04.212-07:002009-09-03T21:53:04.212-07:00Any thoughts of maybe going back to school and get...Any thoughts of maybe going back to school and getting your masters?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831373.post-31180315774572979182009-09-01T09:11:59.163-07:002009-09-01T09:11:59.163-07:00I love you too. You still have friends left. Real ...I love you too. You still have friends left. Real friends understand things like this. I can't wait to hang out with you and discuss discuss discuss.Carmenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13277292647217876100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11831373.post-47092554713352494472009-09-01T06:44:29.268-07:002009-09-01T06:44:29.268-07:00Kind of there myself. Those thoughts are what mad...Kind of there myself. Those thoughts are what made me quit GIS last year and move to nursing, thinking that I'd find more of a purpose there. I've definitely lost touch with a few friends, but the real ones don't need constant attention -- they'll be there whenever, wherever. <br /><br /><br />Secretly, though, I'm more afraid that these thoughts are just us growing up. I go for a few weeks where I forget that I'm just "playing" at being an adult; it's like I've stopped playing at it and I'm actually BEING an adult. That scares the freak out of me.Loveyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02647496465871112480noreply@blogger.com