let's get ready to ramble
So I'm distraught. Question. Why? Simple question. Answer me. Should I be freaking out this much? Perhaps. Perhaps I have OTHER, more important things to worry about.
Damn, growing up stinks so bad. Look at all of these things that are more important than this:
Inspection sticker is expired.
Past due for an oil change.
I have so many labs to make up in one semester.
No one will tell me anything about the manager thing.
When will I get my 80 experience hours for PA program?
I have to buy a washer and dryer.
I am failing miserably.
I have to make up a lab on my birthday.
I have to turn in my (unwritten) lab report on my birthday.
I haven't written a single essay for MUS 120.
I have no time. For anything.
And all I need is for you to keep your promise. And to hear your voice each day, sans hostility.
Damn, growing up stinks so bad. Look at all of these things that are more important than this:
Inspection sticker is expired.
Past due for an oil change.
I have so many labs to make up in one semester.
No one will tell me anything about the manager thing.
When will I get my 80 experience hours for PA program?
I have to buy a washer and dryer.
I am failing miserably.
I have to make up a lab on my birthday.
I have to turn in my (unwritten) lab report on my birthday.
I haven't written a single essay for MUS 120.
I have no time. For anything.
And all I need is for you to keep your promise. And to hear your voice each day, sans hostility.