i dun wanna grow up, i'm a lazy-ass kid
When I'm not doing homework to keep up my glittering 4.0 (which has become like bling-bling around my neck-- I keep needing to whip it out and show it off lately. ugh.), my life is centered around creating the fucking perfect resume and cover letter and then applying for internships upon internships. I feel like a grown-up and it's not cool. I'm supposed to be getting laid in college-- not spending the whole 2.5 years (overachiever? you bet.) at ISU preparing for that stupid real world.
Good news, though, is Kat and I have 5th row tickets to Rent next weekend. And eventually the next month will pass and I will eat myself silly with the family I actually like on Thanksgiving. And there's a Barenaked Ladies concert in there somewhere. I might even get to move out of the pink hurricane that is the room I share with Kim. Nice.
I've been talking with both Sarah-Jean and Dustin lately. It makes me feel profoundly old. Not older than them, just old because they're from the past and it feels really far away. Going crazy for 8 months tends to change one's concept of time. Boobs, please don't start to sag just yet.
Good news, though, is Kat and I have 5th row tickets to Rent next weekend. And eventually the next month will pass and I will eat myself silly with the family I actually like on Thanksgiving. And there's a Barenaked Ladies concert in there somewhere. I might even get to move out of the pink hurricane that is the room I share with Kim. Nice.
I've been talking with both Sarah-Jean and Dustin lately. It makes me feel profoundly old. Not older than them, just old because they're from the past and it feels really far away. Going crazy for 8 months tends to change one's concept of time. Boobs, please don't start to sag just yet.