Fade to black
It is not nice to be back. Not nice at all. Not to labour the point or to trip aimlessly over terrible puns as such, I hate job searching. So swiftly moving on from the depression of not finding a job......
School is it's usual mix of crap and pants. I am beginning to become a number, a traveler just passing through; another salmon returning to die. It's become bad though, I talk to noone, even flirting with the girlies is getting dull.
What the hell is happening to me.
There are lots of group projects this semester and thats excellent, you cannot beat working with people who in any other country in the world would simply starve to death....oh the bitter irony of life...
Someday this place is gonna burn
School is it's usual mix of crap and pants. I am beginning to become a number, a traveler just passing through; another salmon returning to die. It's become bad though, I talk to noone, even flirting with the girlies is getting dull.
What the hell is happening to me.
There are lots of group projects this semester and thats excellent, you cannot beat working with people who in any other country in the world would simply starve to death....oh the bitter irony of life...
Someday this place is gonna burn