There's always other boys, and you can make 'em like you

Feb 02, 2009 15:22

Sun sun sun sun sun yum yum sun sun yum yum sun yum.

Seriously, my life may have no meaning or whatever, but there's something to be said for that insane bubbly feeling that starts in my diaphragm and bubbles up through my throat and outta my BIG ASS SMILE that I just can't cover up no matter how many cigarettes I stick in it or whistles I try to force through it. I think the main issue with this room is having only one window that faces a wall and lets in marginal amounts of light on even the sunniest of days. Because I swear I don't have SAD, but sunny days blow the fog outta my mind like nothing else.

I'm not going to France this fall, because if I do, I can't graduate for three more years. And, uh, fuck that. I'm setting my sights on next summer, when I'm hopefully as more sane/content as I am now compared to a year and a half ago.

I am this close to going from five advisors to two. This school is insane.

Happy Miscellaneous Fun Keepers' Society, ATTACK THEN!:

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