When I grow up, I want to be

Andy Rooney. Don't ask, just think about it... it makes sense to me =D
Allow me the space for one quote: "Notice I'm using 'himself or herself' so people don't accuse me of being sexist. I am sexist, I just don't want to be accused of it." Classic. I want his job. A lot.

The Sox, as far as I know, are currently ahead by one. After this, I'm going to go watch, and finish my homework. Or try. I'm just giving up on my Precalc for the night... because I don't have time to try XD I could have done it instead of decorating a Halloween gingerbread house (pics to come?) but I didn't want to. Oh well.

I don't think I've ever posted two days in a row. Wow.

See, maybe, when I'm Andy Rooney, I can actually comment on crazy weird stuff like Tim Burton gingerbread houses and how ridiculously ridiculous the Red Sox are.
AND I can rant on about other people's grammar mistakes.
Or talk about how the world should write all memos in outline format.
Or both!

I wonder what my guidance counselor would say if I told her that I want to major in the last 5 minutes of 60 Minutes. Normally, I have a lot of conversations with adults that go like this:
THEM: Oh, you're a junior? Since I forget what it was like to be a teenager and have nothing else to talk about, I'll make polite conversation about colleges, because I'm sure you love telling every person you meet about your personal goals and plans for your future. So, what are your interests? What do you want to major in?
ME: Thank you so much for your genuine interest in my future! However, since I'm not even 16 yet, I'm not entirely sure about what I would like to do for the next few decades of my life. If I were, though, I would gladly tell you, so you could give your opinion about things that don't concern you in any way.
THEM: You're not sure yet?
ME: Nope.
THEM: Oh. I think I'll pause for a moment to indicate disapproval. You, obviously, are either mentally handicapped, unmotivated, or an up-in-coming criminal/addict, and you should really have decided these matters a number of years ago. But, that's alright, since you can always decide what you want to do after you start college... I suppose.

Naturally, I exaggerate. Many of the adults I talk to actually do agree with me on this matter XD But for the ones that don't, if I use the Andy Rooney Theorem (that's what I'm calling it now), I may get something like this:
THEM: Oh, you're a junior? Since I forget what it was like to be a teenager and have nothing else to talk about, I'll make polite conversation about colleges, because I'm sure you love telling every person you meet about your personal goals and plans for your future. So, what are your interests? What do you want to major in?
ME: Thank you so much for your genuine interest in my future! In fact, I would like to be Andy Rooney, so I'm looking at colleges that will allow me to pursue this lifelong dream.
THEM: I'll pause for a moment out of disbelief/confusion. Perhaps I'll laugh skeptically. Andy Rooney? Really? You mean, you'd like to be a reporter? Or maybe a journalist?
ME: No. I want to be Andy Rooney. But since I am clearly not Andy Rooney, I would very much like to have his job on 60 Minutes.
THEM: Really? Hmm. I don't know how to react to this, so maybe I'll end this conversation quickly and back away. Well, it was lovely talking with you. Goodbye!
ME: Pleasure to meet you. Please don't speak to me again.

I have high hopes.

L