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I messed up my interview.
I'm not surprised, which I think says enough on its own. But goddammit, I'll be lying if I said it didn't hurt.
But that's not the point. I honestly can't go on being upset, if only because it's so exhausting. It would be such a waste of a much needed one month break being angry at myself for my lack of foresight and poor time management skills.
I'm going to have a real damn holiday binge watching stupid scripted boyband variety shows, listening to crappy manufactured pop tunes and crying over two dimensional cartoon boys. I'm also going to read more amateur fiction online, go cycling whenever I can and finish some damn books because when am I going to have the time again. Oh, and I'll also be writing more posts no one is going to read anyway, including (but hopefully not limited to):
- a crappy recap of free! eternal summer, and why watching it hurts like a bitch
- a post where I reflect on who the hell I am given that I now enjoy taylor swift's new music unironically
- a review of the tragedy that was #kpop2k14 (p.s. shout-out to the shattered remains of exo's career and my faith in sm's management)