Reality is an illusion that occurs due to the lack of alcohol.
Oh how I concur.
I have all my bad days when I'm stressed out about stupid facts like my inability to be fully prepared for my exam on Monday. By 'fully prepared', I mean finishing the content on which the exam is based upon. It's not a stupid fact, really. It's a major fucking problem. One that I will have to rectify in the coming weeks if I want my life to continue the way it is. Pleasantly, that is.
Enduring one extra year at university doing this course will most likely be my express ticket to the closest mental institution. Or, I'll have my quarter life crisis 5 years early. I prefer the latter but y'know, beggars can't be choosers. But maybe, just maybe, it won't be that bad. Yyyyyyeah, right.
I started working yesterday. I wear the world's most revolting uniform, hands down. The second I put it on, I get this sudden urge to dig a bottomless pit in the ground and bury myself in it. If I didn't need the cash this badly, I would not put up with such shame. Ugh.
I'm getting my shirt altered on Monday so if I'm lucky, it'll look half decent. Now I know why everyone always brings a change of clothes. I wouldn't be caught dead in the streets with them on. Seriously, Wellbeing wins the award for the ultimate repulsive uniforms of this decade. Bloody hell.
Apart from the uniform, things are okay for the time being. My store manager has a British accent and is therefore cute. As for the other people, I'll find out next Friday when I start working with them. I don't expect to like it there; as long as I get paid and get rostered many many shifts during the holidays, things will be sweet. I, like, NEED THE MONEY, MAN!
After exams, I have grand plans of getting completely hammered and sending a dozen drunken text messages to everyone I know. I also plan to party so hard that I will have no memory of the entire first month. As long as work doesn't get in the way, which it inevitably will.
But first, I gotta get through exams, which means study and more study. What a bore.
I have all my bad days when I'm stressed out about stupid facts like my inability to be fully prepared for my exam on Monday. By 'fully prepared', I mean finishing the content on which the exam is based upon. It's not a stupid fact, really. It's a major fucking problem. One that I will have to rectify in the coming weeks if I want my life to continue the way it is. Pleasantly, that is.
Enduring one extra year at university doing this course will most likely be my express ticket to the closest mental institution. Or, I'll have my quarter life crisis 5 years early. I prefer the latter but y'know, beggars can't be choosers. But maybe, just maybe, it won't be that bad. Yyyyyyeah, right.
I started working yesterday. I wear the world's most revolting uniform, hands down. The second I put it on, I get this sudden urge to dig a bottomless pit in the ground and bury myself in it. If I didn't need the cash this badly, I would not put up with such shame. Ugh.
I'm getting my shirt altered on Monday so if I'm lucky, it'll look half decent. Now I know why everyone always brings a change of clothes. I wouldn't be caught dead in the streets with them on. Seriously, Wellbeing wins the award for the ultimate repulsive uniforms of this decade. Bloody hell.
Apart from the uniform, things are okay for the time being. My store manager has a British accent and is therefore cute. As for the other people, I'll find out next Friday when I start working with them. I don't expect to like it there; as long as I get paid and get rostered many many shifts during the holidays, things will be sweet. I, like, NEED THE MONEY, MAN!
After exams, I have grand plans of getting completely hammered and sending a dozen drunken text messages to everyone I know. I also plan to party so hard that I will have no memory of the entire first month. As long as work doesn't get in the way, which it inevitably will.
But first, I gotta get through exams, which means study and more study. What a bore.