"I'm ready to be reliable now..."
The title says enough if you ask me. I’ve royally screwed up this semester. And what’s worse, everyone seems to know it. Some better than I do, it seems. And if that weren’t bad enough, now I have no fucking clue what I want to do with my life... again. What sounds better than anything is sitting with a nice high-powered laptop (chock full of gaming distractions) and typing out my third best-seller. Now all I have to do is write those first two.
I feel like I’m just passing through my life at the moment. I feel like I should be passionate about something (besides my girlfriend that is). As it is, nothing really does it for me. Z’s mom thinks I should do business. Apparently I’m good with people. Tell that to my mom, I can’t refrain from pissing her off for five minutes. Absolutely astounding people skills, right there. But at this point I’m fairly certain I don’t want to teach, so if I’m going to be miserable with whatever I do, I might as well be making shit tons of money, right? I shopped at Staples the other day, but I still haven’t found that Easy Button they keep advertising. Or maybe it’s OfficeMax.
I can’t wait for this summer. I’ll be working 40 hour weeks at the library. For some reason, it’s easier that way. Find a decent summer job, and just keep working. And at the end of the summer, I’ll have earned almost $3500 after tax. I just need to find an idea. Some singularly unique concept. And maybe from there, the words will just flow. I’d be so much happier flunking school if I knew I was writing the Great American Novel while doing so. Then, finally, I’ll be a bajillionaire.
I feel like I’m just passing through my life at the moment. I feel like I should be passionate about something (besides my girlfriend that is). As it is, nothing really does it for me. Z’s mom thinks I should do business. Apparently I’m good with people. Tell that to my mom, I can’t refrain from pissing her off for five minutes. Absolutely astounding people skills, right there. But at this point I’m fairly certain I don’t want to teach, so if I’m going to be miserable with whatever I do, I might as well be making shit tons of money, right? I shopped at Staples the other day, but I still haven’t found that Easy Button they keep advertising. Or maybe it’s OfficeMax.
I can’t wait for this summer. I’ll be working 40 hour weeks at the library. For some reason, it’s easier that way. Find a decent summer job, and just keep working. And at the end of the summer, I’ll have earned almost $3500 after tax. I just need to find an idea. Some singularly unique concept. And maybe from there, the words will just flow. I’d be so much happier flunking school if I knew I was writing the Great American Novel while doing so. Then, finally, I’ll be a bajillionaire.