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i am the laziest person alive. i have so much to do, but all i want to do today is hang out with zach and watch kindergarten cop and the pacifier with him and steve and di. i also have class, but i'm not doing that.
school starts soon. i dont think i have ever been more digusted with the idea of september. BUT, my birthday is in september, the 21st in fact. I will be drinking a lot, waking up still drunk hopefully, and then bowing out of the new brunswick social scene. or maybe falling out of the new brunswick social scene. we'll see how much free booze i can get.
thats basically all i have to look forward to. turning 21. but thats just in the near future. in the far off future, i have (maybe) marriage, kids, a fulfilling career of some sort, and then sweet sweet death.
on the topic of the future, i am fucking sick of people asking me what i'm going to do with my women's studies degree. my new response will either be "what the fuck do you care?" or "go fuck yourself." either way it will involve the word "fuck" and hostility. hostility at people presuming to know whats best for me, or that i'm going to fail in some way, or that theyre somehow better than me. because seriously, its getting fucking old. i used to welcome the chance for confrontation, to explain myself, to somehow show that its not a waste of time. but what the fuck do i care if some asshole who really doesnt have a future is trying to rain on my academic parade? i dont have to explain anything to anyone anymore. theres a good life lesson.
school starts soon. i dont think i have ever been more digusted with the idea of september. BUT, my birthday is in september, the 21st in fact. I will be drinking a lot, waking up still drunk hopefully, and then bowing out of the new brunswick social scene. or maybe falling out of the new brunswick social scene. we'll see how much free booze i can get.
thats basically all i have to look forward to. turning 21. but thats just in the near future. in the far off future, i have (maybe) marriage, kids, a fulfilling career of some sort, and then sweet sweet death.
on the topic of the future, i am fucking sick of people asking me what i'm going to do with my women's studies degree. my new response will either be "what the fuck do you care?" or "go fuck yourself." either way it will involve the word "fuck" and hostility. hostility at people presuming to know whats best for me, or that i'm going to fail in some way, or that theyre somehow better than me. because seriously, its getting fucking old. i used to welcome the chance for confrontation, to explain myself, to somehow show that its not a waste of time. but what the fuck do i care if some asshole who really doesnt have a future is trying to rain on my academic parade? i dont have to explain anything to anyone anymore. theres a good life lesson.