Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
My dad keeps continually crushing my hopes and dreams with his logic. He told me today that if after I graduated I wanted to move back in there rent-free and save up money for a year or two until I could move, they would buy me a new car. Honestly, I like my car. It's a great car and it takes me places. God knows, it does. That car loves me and I love it. Sure its tires explode sometimes, but it's okay! We get through these things! Pshhh, new car. No, seriously, I'm not being all spoiled and ungrateful but really, I'd rather he give me the money that they would be spending on a new car and put it towards a deposit so I can move. ...I'd probably end up selling my car in that case anyways
But its not about the car. New cars are good. I'm just planning on moving after I graduate and moving back in with my father would be the most depressing thing ever. And the thought of spending even more years somewhere I don't really want to be is kind of depressing. I'm going to be 30 before I get anywhere and by then I won't even care anymore because I'll be too fucking burnt-out already! Plus, Atlanta just creeps me out. I hope I can get a decent enough job somewhere... you know, just something to hold me over until I can get a real job in graphic design or something.
...as if I'll actually be able to get a goddamned job with fucking art-history-test-failing 47s on my transcript. I've never made below a C in a class and it's too late to drop. As if I can actually get a goddamned job with people always out there not only better than me, but more driven and business minded with 4.0 GPAs from NYU or some other equally expensive college that I didn't have the money for or the grades to get a scholarship to.
So, on the other hand, we're all gonna die tonite. There's like 30 mph straight line winds already and it's getting worse. I'm slightly scared of big storms like this, but I guess it's just me and el empty apartmento, so I'll get over it, but if the power goes out, I'm fucked.
OH LIFE. YOU CRUSH ME.
But its not about the car. New cars are good. I'm just planning on moving after I graduate and moving back in with my father would be the most depressing thing ever. And the thought of spending even more years somewhere I don't really want to be is kind of depressing. I'm going to be 30 before I get anywhere and by then I won't even care anymore because I'll be too fucking burnt-out already! Plus, Atlanta just creeps me out. I hope I can get a decent enough job somewhere... you know, just something to hold me over until I can get a real job in graphic design or something.
...as if I'll actually be able to get a goddamned job with fucking art-history-test-failing 47s on my transcript. I've never made below a C in a class and it's too late to drop. As if I can actually get a goddamned job with people always out there not only better than me, but more driven and business minded with 4.0 GPAs from NYU or some other equally expensive college that I didn't have the money for or the grades to get a scholarship to.
So, on the other hand, we're all gonna die tonite. There's like 30 mph straight line winds already and it's getting worse. I'm slightly scared of big storms like this, but I guess it's just me and el empty apartmento, so I'll get over it, but if the power goes out, I'm fucked.
OH LIFE. YOU CRUSH ME.