it ain't me babe
This semester is going to be overwhelming. I went to the kick-off meeting for my consulting project. What a bunch of uptight neurotics. God, I feel like I can't breathe in that building. Everyone walks around in their business attire with this forced air of importance. The rooms are filled with tall blonde-ish boys with frontal lobes as heavy as their steel toed boots and texting dumbasses with bad facial hair and Nikes. They are all gonna make it big, be rich. They're all a bunch of retards. I'm finishing what I got myself into with this godforsaken major only because I'm not about to become a professional student. I know where I belong and it's not there. The only reason I'm doing it is so one day I can do whatever the fuck I want and not have to fill out another stupid employee evaluation sheet for my boss ever again. I'm giving you all sevens. And I don't feel bad about getting Hannah fired for talking shit about me because that's what shit talkers get. I can't wait to catch up with Chels, even though I know she can't be set straight. She's stunted and I miss her.