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That just about sums it up.
I just can't do this whole thing.
Bah.
Lists, Sarah Brown!
Point Park.
Come on now.
Housing.
Near and Far.
What a Joke.
Hot tranny mess.
What a Joke.
Hildog.
Arbor Mist.
Volta.
Smirnoff.
Jobs.
Money.
Checks.
Sticky Weather.
Gross.
It's not like I have a sense of accomplishment. Tomorrow is the last day of class. Everything just kind of ended. Not in the way it should, or how I think it should have. What now? I intended on staying around here for a year to gain some experience. At this point I'm questioning experience in what? At this point I wish this was all laid out for me.
I'm applying for grad school now. Columbia College. Chicago. Media Management. Fall '09.
I need to set my goals again or I will continue on a path of accomplishing nothing. I don't like posting on here such negative things but it's the only time i feel the need to post. It gets it off my chest. When I read this later I'll feel better.
I can't wait for the new Death Cab CD to come out. It's so needed.
"How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound, but in a language that you can't read - just yet
You gotta spend some time--love, you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love, I will possess your heart
There are days when outside your window, I see my reflection as I slowly pass
And I long for this mirrored perspective, when we'll be lovers, lovers at last
You gotta spend some time--love, you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love, I will possess your heart
You reject my advances and desperate pleas
I won't let you, let me down so easily, so easily
You gotta spend some time--love, you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love, I will possess your heart"
Abruptly. The END.
I just can't do this whole thing.
Bah.
Lists, Sarah Brown!
Point Park.
Come on now.
Housing.
Near and Far.
What a Joke.
Hot tranny mess.
What a Joke.
Hildog.
Arbor Mist.
Volta.
Smirnoff.
Jobs.
Money.
Checks.
Sticky Weather.
Gross.
It's not like I have a sense of accomplishment. Tomorrow is the last day of class. Everything just kind of ended. Not in the way it should, or how I think it should have. What now? I intended on staying around here for a year to gain some experience. At this point I'm questioning experience in what? At this point I wish this was all laid out for me.
I'm applying for grad school now. Columbia College. Chicago. Media Management. Fall '09.
I need to set my goals again or I will continue on a path of accomplishing nothing. I don't like posting on here such negative things but it's the only time i feel the need to post. It gets it off my chest. When I read this later I'll feel better.
I can't wait for the new Death Cab CD to come out. It's so needed.
"How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound, but in a language that you can't read - just yet
You gotta spend some time--love, you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love, I will possess your heart
There are days when outside your window, I see my reflection as I slowly pass
And I long for this mirrored perspective, when we'll be lovers, lovers at last
You gotta spend some time--love, you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love, I will possess your heart
You reject my advances and desperate pleas
I won't let you, let me down so easily, so easily
You gotta spend some time--love, you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love, I will possess your heart"
Abruptly. The END.