the jets are gonna have their way toniiiiight

[kabutits]

I think that next semester, my life is going to go in a completely direction.

how does one go from playwright -> psych major?

this is assuming I can buckle down and get through these last seven weeks without wanting to tear my hair out.  I don't know, it just feels like life is going too fast sometimes, that I need to know what I want to do for the next fifty years right now and if I don't succeed then I'm boned.  I like too much.  I want to write, I want to act, I want to play music, I want to draw comics, I want to create.  and I guess more recently, I... want to help people.  and as dubious as some people think psychiatrists are, I think that they do help.  from personal experience.  if not help, then maybe I just want to understand people.

I'm only nineteen years old, maaaan, I really just want to sit around watching cartoons.

and yeah, I know my parents will love me no matter what I do.  but sometimes it's hard having a successful older sibling, you know?

I'm just going to have to prove I can do it.  second semester, you're going down.