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Exactly two months from today, like maybe right this very minute, I will be on a plane from Rochester, en route to some layover, and then to LAX. From there I'll get on yet another plane for a fun ride to Sydney. Then Sydney for 3 and a half months. I'm not going to lie, I think it will be amazing, and I think it will be one of the greatest things I've ever done/ will ever do in my life, but I'm afraid of being so far away and not being in Boston like I basically have been for the last two years. I know I could say the same thing about moving to Boston from Phelps, but at least I could go home to Phelps on weekends. I'm going to miss all my friends too, but hopefully when I get back for the spring semester I'll have to readjust to life in Boston all over again and won't realizing I'm readjusting to a life without a lot of my friends who graduated or are going abroad. The pet kangaroo I'm going to steal from Australia will keep me company at the GSU, I'll just feed him some panda express. I say him because I don't want to have some dumb girl kangaroo stealing my shit and hiding it in her pouch.
I never thought I'd be so irritated with a band I like being all over the airwaves, but when you see 15 year olds quoting it in their myspace and singing it at McDonalds it gets old quick. How disappointing, although I still enjoy them immensely.
It's quite obvious now that I am only destined to live to 38 or 39 since I am already having my mid-life crisis. In school I love my major and really enjoy and understand it, but in the full-time downtown office world I can't imagine myself working 9-5 50 weeks a year for the rest of my life. I feel like there is nothing to look forward to in life since every weekend is ruined by knowing Monday starts another 5 days of work. I haven't been going to bed this early since before senior year and I feel so old doing it. Last saturday was graduation at my high school and just thinking about how old I felt then, then realizing it was two years ago made me feel ancient. So it's already been two years since I graduated high school, I can't even imagine how old I'll feel two years after graduating college. I bet people don't even remember me there and I'll go back to my 10 year reunion all old and wrinkled with my cane and no one will remember my name. I guess that's my fault for being in Boston 90% of the time, but I'd rather it be that way I guess. Just this working thing makes me feel like I'm 90 years old. I should just pick up some depends and denture cream while I get my allergy medicine tonight.
I think I'l get my PhD, then a MBA, then a law degree. That should buy me at least 9 more years of school if you assume I can get my Master's with my Bachelor's. If not, then I can make that 10 more years, putting me at about 30. Then I should have a three quarter life crisis and either become a prostitute or go back to school to be a doctor. I'd be horrible at both, so that should take up the last 8-9 years of my life. I'll technically still be in college or having sex like young people do, so no where before I die can I deem myself truly old. As long as I don't get gray short old lady hair, and old thin brittle teeth I'll be ok. If I ever get the maternal spread I think I'll die right then and there, 38-39 or not.
Is this my I'm almost not a teenager anymore freak out?
I never thought I'd be so irritated with a band I like being all over the airwaves, but when you see 15 year olds quoting it in their myspace and singing it at McDonalds it gets old quick. How disappointing, although I still enjoy them immensely.
It's quite obvious now that I am only destined to live to 38 or 39 since I am already having my mid-life crisis. In school I love my major and really enjoy and understand it, but in the full-time downtown office world I can't imagine myself working 9-5 50 weeks a year for the rest of my life. I feel like there is nothing to look forward to in life since every weekend is ruined by knowing Monday starts another 5 days of work. I haven't been going to bed this early since before senior year and I feel so old doing it. Last saturday was graduation at my high school and just thinking about how old I felt then, then realizing it was two years ago made me feel ancient. So it's already been two years since I graduated high school, I can't even imagine how old I'll feel two years after graduating college. I bet people don't even remember me there and I'll go back to my 10 year reunion all old and wrinkled with my cane and no one will remember my name. I guess that's my fault for being in Boston 90% of the time, but I'd rather it be that way I guess. Just this working thing makes me feel like I'm 90 years old. I should just pick up some depends and denture cream while I get my allergy medicine tonight.
I think I'l get my PhD, then a MBA, then a law degree. That should buy me at least 9 more years of school if you assume I can get my Master's with my Bachelor's. If not, then I can make that 10 more years, putting me at about 30. Then I should have a three quarter life crisis and either become a prostitute or go back to school to be a doctor. I'd be horrible at both, so that should take up the last 8-9 years of my life. I'll technically still be in college or having sex like young people do, so no where before I die can I deem myself truly old. As long as I don't get gray short old lady hair, and old thin brittle teeth I'll be ok. If I ever get the maternal spread I think I'll die right then and there, 38-39 or not.
Is this my I'm almost not a teenager anymore freak out?