Love is butter. Won't you please be my bread?

So, I've been writing up ome personal essays... you know, the types where you write up all the obstacles you have overcome in your life, the best qualities about you, where you are going with your life. It feels particularly redundant that now is when I have to write them. Sure, it can be said that I had time to write them before. Yes, I could have, but now is when I can actually put some of what I feel my life is together... Some what.

The slightly funny thing is, that these essays are actually just a form of me selling myself. Yeah sure, I'm definitly not on some corner trying to sell over my body to some stranged. But I am trying to see my mind and my motivation to some Summer Internship people. The end reward is the same.. Money.

So, quite frankly, I'm selling myself as a mail order bride. All I'm missing is to write that I can cook and crochet. (Yes, I actually know how...) But, I'm selling other qualities: motivation, persistance, intelligence, responsibility. Aren't those admirable qualities for a futur life partner. I would think so. Yet, I'm veribly single. Sure, I'm seeing someone. But there really isn't a hope for the future. We knew that when getting in it.

At the beginning it was a life preserver thrown towards me at the right time. Now, its something that I feel I no longer need and am spending too much time and thought on. Yes, I am the ever practical one to think that. But my life's ambition is to make something of myself and have a family.... where I can have lots of kids and make their lives better than mine was. So... perhaps I should write up my personal essay here.... and maybe.. just maybe... I could find a future with someone with it...