One of those days
You know the days, right? The days where you wonder what the hell you're doing?
I'm thinking that perhaps I'm just the kind of person who's mood is seriously affected by the weather. All I want to do is smoke cigarettes and listen to sad music.
But most of all...
I just miss Iceland.
I've been reading up on the classes I'll be taking. And science is a big thing. And I love science! But I'm worried. I don't take well to things being shoved down my throat (horrible penis imagery in my mind, away! Away!). The only thing that captured my attention was the history of Easter Island. I like to learn as I do. Learn what I want. Learn from experience!
I could be in Iceland learning about Scandinavian history and vikings. I really love vikings. And I've read a bunch of Icelandic sagas and they were really lovely.
I don't know what I'm doing here. I was questioning why I was here in the first place with the whole corruption in education standpoint. And now all I can think about is how boring this town is and how there aren't cute people or cute languages or cute friends. Or music! I would go to Iceland for the music alone.
I feel slightly sad. And, maybe, I'm going crazy.
To sum up...
What the fuck am I doing?!
Luckily, or hopefully, I have no obligations here. If I don't like it, I'll leave. If I don't like it, I'll leave and go to bloody Iceland and learn Icelandic and watch music every night and wear mittens for a large portion of the year. I'll be in between Europe and North America.
And another luckily is that I usually don't follow through. I suppose for the past year I've been falsifying that really bad trait that I possess. and have been known for most of my life. But if I do follow through I know that I'll be alright. My family might be disappointed. I'm the first person to go to University and everyone is oh, so proud. I could also be the first person that actually does what they want, though. And that is something I'd be really proud to say for myself.
Can anyone tell my why education is so important anyway? My brain keeps betraying me.
This isn't good.
All I want to do is see the world and live on a farm and foster babies and have lots of hippy friends.
I'm dooming my college life and I haven't even started it yet. Who knows, maybe it'll be really riveting.
Shit.
I'm thinking that perhaps I'm just the kind of person who's mood is seriously affected by the weather. All I want to do is smoke cigarettes and listen to sad music.
But most of all...
I just miss Iceland.
I've been reading up on the classes I'll be taking. And science is a big thing. And I love science! But I'm worried. I don't take well to things being shoved down my throat (horrible penis imagery in my mind, away! Away!). The only thing that captured my attention was the history of Easter Island. I like to learn as I do. Learn what I want. Learn from experience!
I could be in Iceland learning about Scandinavian history and vikings. I really love vikings. And I've read a bunch of Icelandic sagas and they were really lovely.
I don't know what I'm doing here. I was questioning why I was here in the first place with the whole corruption in education standpoint. And now all I can think about is how boring this town is and how there aren't cute people or cute languages or cute friends. Or music! I would go to Iceland for the music alone.
I feel slightly sad. And, maybe, I'm going crazy.
To sum up...
What the fuck am I doing?!
Luckily, or hopefully, I have no obligations here. If I don't like it, I'll leave. If I don't like it, I'll leave and go to bloody Iceland and learn Icelandic and watch music every night and wear mittens for a large portion of the year. I'll be in between Europe and North America.
And another luckily is that I usually don't follow through. I suppose for the past year I've been falsifying that really bad trait that I possess. and have been known for most of my life. But if I do follow through I know that I'll be alright. My family might be disappointed. I'm the first person to go to University and everyone is oh, so proud. I could also be the first person that actually does what they want, though. And that is something I'd be really proud to say for myself.
Can anyone tell my why education is so important anyway? My brain keeps betraying me.
This isn't good.
All I want to do is see the world and live on a farm and foster babies and have lots of hippy friends.
I'm dooming my college life and I haven't even started it yet. Who knows, maybe it'll be really riveting.
Shit.