So Easter was sweet (by sweet I mean I ate food all day). I was thinking about that scary behemoth called the future today...if I follow through with this whole German/Arabic craziness and get into the CIA, what would I do? Would I be an agent? You know, leather pants with one of my kick-ass corsets and dark sunglasses, doing a five-point-palm-exploding-heart technique on the terrorist bastards wherever I am sent kind of deal (that would be incredible, though I'm sure meine Eltern would have something to say about that). Or would I do kind of an office-y job aka the cute secretary who decodes stuff and COULD KILL YOU MWAHAHAHA. Whoa, sorry, got a little excited. Whatever happens, I'm sure it will kick some major ass. BRING IT ON FUTURE! YEAH! Power to the sparkly bracelets my partner in the blonde bomb squad!