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My journal is so boring. It's all "wah, I have work to do and I don't waaaannnnaaaa." And I still don't wanna, really. Tonight at the studio was a complete waste of time, I would've been better off at home reading fanfic, but I digress.
I wonder what I'll write about on the 9th of June after I hand in my very last coursework. I'll have nothing to talk about since I have no life beyond coursework. Sad. I should get a life.
On the upside, I finished my dissertation, finally handed it in and now it's off my back. Woo! So now's only that composition which would be in a shambles if any of it existed, and creative writing which I've been neglecting for the better part of two years. Fun times.
Home stretch. Home. Stretch.
And then I'll have to find a job. D=
I wonder what I'll write about on the 9th of June after I hand in my very last coursework. I'll have nothing to talk about since I have no life beyond coursework. Sad. I should get a life.
On the upside, I finished my dissertation, finally handed it in and now it's off my back. Woo! So now's only that composition which would be in a shambles if any of it existed, and creative writing which I've been neglecting for the better part of two years. Fun times.
Home stretch. Home. Stretch.
And then I'll have to find a job. D=