What the hell am I going to do?

Dear FutureMe, Hey. I guess this is a pretty random time to be sending one of these. A random Saturday in October at 2 in the morning. But I just wanted to do something before showering or whatever. So anyway... I don't even know if this site will exist by the time you get this. Hell, I don't even know if there will BE websites by the time you get this. Maybe we'll all be communicating with robots (or basically a smart Siri). Wouldn't that be cool. Well, I'm sure Siri-esque voice would definitely have gotten smarter. But to the level where you could have conversations with it... now that would be interesting. Hey, tell me if that happens, alright? Anyway, 8th grader you is now thinking about how end-of-college-ish you probably freaking out about what you are going to do in life. I don't even know what I'm interested in. Sure, I like music, but I'm not good enough at it. Movies are awesome but I lack creative juice or confidence. And I'm too stupid to be a scientist. And not good enough to be a game developer or programmer or anything. So I literally have no clue. Hopefully when I'm choosing courses for when I go to high school (jesus, that sounds so weird to say) I can find something I find interesting. But for you, college is probably (hopefully) over. Are you satisfied? Now is the big moment in your life when you need to think about your future or some BS like that. Knowing me, I don't know if I could ever interview for a job. I'm so lame that I already started to cop out on that high school. But I don't know... this is in a pretty long time. Maybe I've gotten better at that. Well, happy summer. Tell Noah he sucks. Love, PastYou (Sent into the future by almost 11 years from October 10th, 2015)