Yu-Gi-Mon!

On Friday, I had a nice date thing with Bambi. He gave me an early Christmas gift. It was my own deck of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. I loved it. I used to play when I was younger, but got out of it once I ran out of friends to play with. He got me my own deck (for all of you Yu-Gi-Oh! fans out there, it's a Shark deck. Not an amazing deck, but it works). He retaught me the rules and basics and we got going on a match. I did pretty decently for myself. He only had to explain things a few times before I got it. I almost beat him a few times but it was all just simple mistakes. Playing with him was fun. We poked fun at each other and just had a good time. Then we played Pokémon on my DS for a bit, then went out to Dunkin Donuts for their salted caramel hot chocolate (which I HIGHLY recommend). We were being weird and funny and awkward. We were being us. We went back to his house and looked at some fetish sex toys. We saw butt plugs, whips, flogs, chastity belts, collars, and lots of leather and latex. I think it would be fun to use some of that stuff. Nothing major, just enough to spice things up. I got home that night, stayed up for a bit, then went to bed.
I slept in until 11:30 then started my shift at noon. The day was easy. My boss showed us new ways to clean and kept us there 30mins late. I hope I get paid for the extra time. Tomorrow (or technically today), I'm working 11-4. Not hard, just annoying. I don't wanna work. After that weekend off, I realized how much free time I would have if I didn't work. Just a food for thought I guess.
Lately, I've been questioning a lot. What do I want from life? What do I want to do with myself? Do I have any goals? Am I surrounding myself with the right people? Am I doing well enough in school? Why aren't I making more friends? Are my parents happy with what I've accomplished in my first college semester? The answer to all of those is a simple: "I don't know". I want to achieve something great in life. I just have so much I want to do. I want to join the Air Force, become an NYPD officer, get my Ph.D. (in Psych), start a family, and pursue some form of photography and writing. That's a lot for one person to accomplish. Do I choose? Or can I do all of them? Sometimes the pressure to satisfy myself and others is too much. When I think about it too much, I feel like breaking down and crying. That's how I avoid confronting problems; I just don't think about them. The questions of life continue to swirl around in my brain.