Don't die on me now
Feeling sentimental after reading a bunch of my old entries. I realize that no one left reads this journal, which is why I stopped posting in the first place, but the fact that I went from about 100 posts a month down to an average of 1/4 a post a month makes me sad.
I'm about to graduate, and I don't know where I'm headed. That topic alone should give me plenty of angst with which to work. That said, I'd feel awkward ranting to no one in particular, so instead, I'll just post some lyrics from Kim Jong-Il's song in Team America: World Police.
There's nobody I can rerate to
Feel rike a bird in a cage
It's kinda sirry, but not rearry
Because it's firring my body with rage!
I'm the smartest most crever most physicarry fit
But nobody else seems to rearize it
When I change the world maybe they'll notice meeeeee?
'Til then I'll just be ronery
Yeah... rittle ronery
Poor rittle me
I'm about to graduate, and I don't know where I'm headed. That topic alone should give me plenty of angst with which to work. That said, I'd feel awkward ranting to no one in particular, so instead, I'll just post some lyrics from Kim Jong-Il's song in Team America: World Police.
There's nobody I can rerate to
Feel rike a bird in a cage
It's kinda sirry, but not rearry
Because it's firring my body with rage!
I'm the smartest most crever most physicarry fit
But nobody else seems to rearize it
When I change the world maybe they'll notice meeeeee?
'Til then I'll just be ronery
Yeah... rittle ronery
Poor rittle me