Oct 06, 2006 22:21
I'm really needing some more bulk dried fruit from Wild Oats already.
Damn.
It's 10:21 on a Friday night and I'm not even really excited that I don't have to go to school tomorrow. I'm glad, but not as glad as I god damn should be. I hope Food Not Bombs isn't as much of a disaster as it was last week. I hope there are tables are the Freespace that are not broken. I hope our carton with our sign, table cloth and dishes are there. I hope the only people with a car will pick up donations. I can't think of anything we can make with just corn. Except... corn. But that's a given. Why can't people just not be flakes all the time? Not like I'm never a flake, but I also can't drive... and I'd at least try to get donations sometimes if I could.
I'm sick of people telling me I should go to college. I'm sick of people telling me I should try harder on my homework and study for more tests. I'm sick of the same people that are forcing me to go to school and be miserable, telling me those things.
And I'm sick of this:
"I don't think I'm going to go to college. Not right after highschool anyway."
"OH, WHAT, YOU WANT TO JUST GO STRAIGHT TO WORK!?"
Yeah. That's EXACTLY the reason. I didn't put any thought into it, right? I did eeny-meeny-miny-moe and it told me I should go straight to work. You either have a shit job or go to college, and that's the end, right?
Ever think that maybe the same type of school you want me to continue for six more years is the type of school that's killing me more quickly than slowly, it seems? Tools!