Darn... another random post
During the month of MaRcH... So what's new you ask? Well lemme tell ya crazy kids.
I got antsy and during a week of intense thought and self evaluation I applied to a grad school in London for international journalism. Some may find it shocking to hear, but I hate living at home. So much that I would use "furthering my education" as a means of escape. Don't get me wrong, I also think doing this to get a decent job is a great reason to go. I just think of leaving home as the more important reason. So for about two or three weeks I've been sitting, waiting, wishing... (Jack J?) This is the most terrible experience. Grads I feel your pain. If I do get in I would only be gone for a year during which I will get a couple internships and a Masters. All in all. Nice. I really want this.
On another note: I lost my list... THE LIST. For anyone who didn't know, I made a list. A compulsory list of things (note worthy) that I've done and wanted to do before I died. It was all stored on my cpu. I hadn't touched it in a while so I decided to check it out, and alas it was gone. So now I have to make a new, more concise list... Or I can just not do it.
I think I'm past that part of my life, the part that needs to need a reason for being alive. There are no ultimate goals that I must list. I think I only did it so I wouldn't feel like I was wasting space. Hmm. Okay, screw the list. (Livejournal really helps, wow)
Also on a totally different tangent... I think I'll be single/alone for a while. Because the only people I find attractive (personality wise) are people that remind me of myself. Either I'm a huge narcissist or I'm just not ready for anything that changes who I am... I'm hoping it's the latter. ((I am all kinds of introspective tonight)) I'm also fuckin done.
I got antsy and during a week of intense thought and self evaluation I applied to a grad school in London for international journalism. Some may find it shocking to hear, but I hate living at home. So much that I would use "furthering my education" as a means of escape. Don't get me wrong, I also think doing this to get a decent job is a great reason to go. I just think of leaving home as the more important reason. So for about two or three weeks I've been sitting, waiting, wishing... (Jack J?) This is the most terrible experience. Grads I feel your pain. If I do get in I would only be gone for a year during which I will get a couple internships and a Masters. All in all. Nice. I really want this.
On another note: I lost my list... THE LIST. For anyone who didn't know, I made a list. A compulsory list of things (note worthy) that I've done and wanted to do before I died. It was all stored on my cpu. I hadn't touched it in a while so I decided to check it out, and alas it was gone. So now I have to make a new, more concise list... Or I can just not do it.
I think I'm past that part of my life, the part that needs to need a reason for being alive. There are no ultimate goals that I must list. I think I only did it so I wouldn't feel like I was wasting space. Hmm. Okay, screw the list. (Livejournal really helps, wow)
Also on a totally different tangent... I think I'll be single/alone for a while. Because the only people I find attractive (personality wise) are people that remind me of myself. Either I'm a huge narcissist or I'm just not ready for anything that changes who I am... I'm hoping it's the latter. ((I am all kinds of introspective tonight)) I'm also fuckin done.