GOING-TO-EXPLODE.
So I just realized I'll never get into the college I want and my grades are only mediocre and I have no community service and I'm way behind on looking at the list of schools I'm considering, not that I'll actually get into any of them, and ALSO I have no idea what I want to do with my life and I'm not even 17 yet so I shouldn't have to figure this type of shit out because I probably haven't even been exposed to whatever I'll want to do with my ENTIRE life, and knowing what I want to do when I'm 63 is difficult when I'm 16 and in high school and I have other things to worry about, like what shoes I'm going to wear tomorrow and where I'm going to come up with enough money to buy really good Christmas gifts for everyone this year.
I suddenly feel like Frenchy in Grease. "Boy, I wish I had one of those guardian angel things, like in that Debbie Reynolds movie." (Hi, Ashley!)
Can't I just move to the Cotswolds and live in a little shack where I can live off the land?
Except for the fact I hate bugs and I bet a little shack would be full of them.
So I guess that means I have to go to college.
Ugh.
I suddenly feel like Frenchy in Grease. "Boy, I wish I had one of those guardian angel things, like in that Debbie Reynolds movie." (Hi, Ashley!)
Can't I just move to the Cotswolds and live in a little shack where I can live off the land?
Except for the fact I hate bugs and I bet a little shack would be full of them.
So I guess that means I have to go to college.
Ugh.