When I'm 30 and in therapy, Bee, I'm pointing the finger at you.
So I'm this slacker-rich senior badass who doesn't need a job and I make myself sick, so I got a real fucking job. You're now looking at the newest retail whore of the Hot Topic establishment at the Tower Center mall here in town. Bow before me and my almighty employee discount, motherfuckers.
Anyway. I guess they have this thing called Dark Street, where the ubergoths go to die? It ain't bad, it's just...whatever.
Totally buying this with my first paycheck, tho. Oh, and these to match. And I would wear it all with these shoes to get Joe hot.
I also made the mistake of going on David and Goliath again, and now have to own this, this, this, this, and this.
I'm also kind of freaking about college, enough that I'm now officially spilling the beans on everything.
Now that I ain't slaying every night and missing school for bumps, bruises, and sleep? I got accepted at every college I applied to. One of 'em was Ivy League...what? I can dream. Anyway, Princeton will school my ass if I want, can you believe that shit? So will Wayne State, Dad's alma mater.
I also got a free ride to John Hopkins.
It's a big deal by itself, but this is the golden chariot Dad passed on to help take care of my aunt and uncle when he was my age. He's not pushing me to take it...but he'll cry if I don't. Seriously. He will cry big fat tears, I am dead sure of this.
I absolutely know I'm going to medical school. Specialty? No fucking idea. Wayne State had the cardiac and women's health programs Dad wanted, but what I wanna specialize in? I don't even know where to start.
SOMEONE HELP ME DECIDE.
Anyway. I guess they have this thing called Dark Street, where the ubergoths go to die? It ain't bad, it's just...whatever.
Totally buying this with my first paycheck, tho. Oh, and these to match. And I would wear it all with these shoes to get Joe hot.
I also made the mistake of going on David and Goliath again, and now have to own this, this, this, this, and this.
I'm also kind of freaking about college, enough that I'm now officially spilling the beans on everything.
Now that I ain't slaying every night and missing school for bumps, bruises, and sleep? I got accepted at every college I applied to. One of 'em was Ivy League...what? I can dream. Anyway, Princeton will school my ass if I want, can you believe that shit? So will Wayne State, Dad's alma mater.
I also got a free ride to John Hopkins.
It's a big deal by itself, but this is the golden chariot Dad passed on to help take care of my aunt and uncle when he was my age. He's not pushing me to take it...but he'll cry if I don't. Seriously. He will cry big fat tears, I am dead sure of this.
I absolutely know I'm going to medical school. Specialty? No fucking idea. Wayne State had the cardiac and women's health programs Dad wanted, but what I wanna specialize in? I don't even know where to start.
SOMEONE HELP ME DECIDE.