Bidoof

Aug 22, 2009 20:42

I move back into school tomorrow.
I should probably be reflecting about how this is my senior year and durf durf durf.
But really, honestly, who gives a hoot.
That was rhetorical.
I know precisely who gives a hoot and I don't give a whoot about them.
Well I care for them but I don't care about them caring about my stupid milestones.
Milestones matter when you are passing them or after you have. No point in staring at it from three miles down the track.
Or one mile, as it were.
But then, I am very self-centered.
Aren't we all.
I'm excited for school only so far as school means living somewhere. Finally.
I'm more excited for graduate school which means living somewhere for more than a year at a time.
I would just like to inform people who do not read this journal, but who may psychically get this message:
I am not breaking up with my boyfriend because you want me to and you're scared I'll choose a man over my future. As if I have a choice. As if I haven't made a choice. As if you have come up with this news. And if all you have is cold logic in your life, no wonder you've always wanted dogs to sleep with you in the bed.
Aw that was harsh.
Also, I think most people would agree that we NEED professors more than lawyers.
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