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what we can validly call my Worst Academic Semester (ever) has finally ended. my last final was this morning, a make-up exam postponed from friday during the height of my near death experience that none of you knew of.
three-fourths of my courses were either a)cushy or b)material i'd mastered in high school, though i was only able to maintain an A in the most demanding, Chemistry.
repeated discussion with M.Canty has helped me realize that the rest of my mediocre grades come from mediocre distractions and my newly substandard amount of self-control. specifically:
-my libido
-general indecision
-mourning the lack of sentient automobiles
-daydreaming, specifically about a career as a Mercenary
-wasting my unsteady income on antique wrought iron knicknacks
all things i once Mastered with iron-will.
when i was 12, even though i had the opportunities to, i knew better than to skip class in favor of Antique shopping/wine or to spend the subsequent evening necking (or even talking) with dirrrty boys instead of studying what i missed.
8 years later, i miss my ambition. but i love those frivolities.
balance it for me.
i imagined my perfect adult life to be lived out in an adorable flat in Portugal, possessing 3 useless PhDs just for the sake of having them, devoting myself to my band that turns songs like the misfits' "skulls" into cute but sullen love ballads, and tending to my lush courtyard overflowing with huge wrought-iron crosses pirated from around the world.
um.
i'm excited by spring semester though.
free for a day from my sleazy job, i strolled around campus with no one else around (so perfect), raped my final, and ate with Jessica.
maybe i'm driving to breaux bridge to get M'lyn, maybe she's driving here.
regardless, i want a motherfucking picnic today.
holla, plz.
three-fourths of my courses were either a)cushy or b)material i'd mastered in high school, though i was only able to maintain an A in the most demanding, Chemistry.
repeated discussion with M.Canty has helped me realize that the rest of my mediocre grades come from mediocre distractions and my newly substandard amount of self-control. specifically:
-my libido
-general indecision
-mourning the lack of sentient automobiles
-daydreaming, specifically about a career as a Mercenary
-wasting my unsteady income on antique wrought iron knicknacks
all things i once Mastered with iron-will.
when i was 12, even though i had the opportunities to, i knew better than to skip class in favor of Antique shopping/wine or to spend the subsequent evening necking (or even talking) with dirrrty boys instead of studying what i missed.
8 years later, i miss my ambition. but i love those frivolities.
balance it for me.
i imagined my perfect adult life to be lived out in an adorable flat in Portugal, possessing 3 useless PhDs just for the sake of having them, devoting myself to my band that turns songs like the misfits' "skulls" into cute but sullen love ballads, and tending to my lush courtyard overflowing with huge wrought-iron crosses pirated from around the world.
um.
i'm excited by spring semester though.
free for a day from my sleazy job, i strolled around campus with no one else around (so perfect), raped my final, and ate with Jessica.
maybe i'm driving to breaux bridge to get M'lyn, maybe she's driving here.
regardless, i want a motherfucking picnic today.
holla, plz.