mid-early life crisis.
Fuckin A. For the past year, I've never doubted my abilities to be able to absolutely ROCK at this whole "Scholar" thing. but now I'm getting ready to apply to grad schools. And I'm realizing, I'M NOT THAT SMART. And I'd like everyone to stop telling me that I "am" smart. You know why they think that? Because I can bullshit my way out of everything. Out of papers, out of homework, tests, SCHOOL IN GENERAL.
This is basically what one of my papers sounds like:
"Shostakovich bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit January 26, 1936 bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit Stalin bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit Lady Macbeth bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit" add in a few more pages of that, and you can get an A. I'll even give you the paper to prove it.
Why did I do so poorly this semester?! that FUCKIN anthro class. damnit. I couldn't just take the easy route so i could focus on all the other shit. I HAAAD to fuckin take an "interesting" and "challenging" class.
Seriously, what the hell was i thinking? Scholar. Historian.
I'll just move to Siberia and become a lowly peasant. I'll pretend I'm mute when I don't understand what they hell they're saying to me.
It was a nasty night. You'll have to forgive me for being so rash. But it's all true. I'm considering the Siberia part. Or at least getting the hell out of this microwave called Arizona.
And i've also given up hope on a relationship for the next 10 years. Seriously. Especially since every guy I meet just wants to be "friends." Screw this.
This is basically what one of my papers sounds like:
"Shostakovich bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit January 26, 1936 bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit Stalin bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit Lady Macbeth bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit" add in a few more pages of that, and you can get an A. I'll even give you the paper to prove it.
Why did I do so poorly this semester?! that FUCKIN anthro class. damnit. I couldn't just take the easy route so i could focus on all the other shit. I HAAAD to fuckin take an "interesting" and "challenging" class.
Seriously, what the hell was i thinking? Scholar. Historian.
I'll just move to Siberia and become a lowly peasant. I'll pretend I'm mute when I don't understand what they hell they're saying to me.
It was a nasty night. You'll have to forgive me for being so rash. But it's all true. I'm considering the Siberia part. Or at least getting the hell out of this microwave called Arizona.
And i've also given up hope on a relationship for the next 10 years. Seriously. Especially since every guy I meet just wants to be "friends." Screw this.