Crash (and career choices)

Today, I feel like an absolute wreck.

But I know no one wants to read a journal about some teenage girl complaining, so I'll spare you.

I want school to start. I need to be busy. If I'm not busy, I get depressed. And hopefully school will be very busy this year. I'm an officer of three clubs already, so that'll be interesting. Art Honors, International Thespian Society, and Improv. Woot woot.

It's frightening to think I'm going to be a junior this year. It seems like just yesterday that I was sitting awake at night, crying over going to the sixth grade and leaving primary school. Pathetic, right? I've always had a fear of growing up, and now I've got to decide what I want to do.

I've kind of narrowed it down. Pastry chef, translator, or actor/comedian. I know I can do all of them, but deciding which one is going to kill me.

Questions
1. Which do you prefer? Pastry chef, translator, actor, comedian?
2. Cheer me up with a happy story? Happy music...anything?
3. When does school start for you?