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As each day draws closer to graduation it just gets ridiculous how much time I've wasted in that hellhole I call school. One thing I really regret over these past few years of school is not jigging enough. Seriously? the amount of shit that I *could've* done that would've been more worthwhile .. but boo that's gone now. I can always just skive off uni ;D
I keep convincing myself that I'm studying but really I'm just blandly copying shit out of a textbook.. none of it is going through my mind whutsoever. I'm so screwed DD: fuckmedead. But seriously? I can't wait till this is all over. I'm tiptoeing the line between nostalgic and just wanting to get the fuck out of here. I've waited for pretty much most of my life to graduate school 4evz (somehow uni just is not and cannot be defined as *school*) .. so holy shit. It's almost here. Holy shit.
Maybe I'll post up a reflective rantly Angsty McAngstface blog in a few days about *MY LYF IN HISKOOL*... or not.. DD:
I want to be that girl serving you in a restaurant, struggling to pay the rent with her shitty $50-bucks-a-night-including-tips pay, looking tired as hell and still trying to ~make it~ by going to a bazillion auditions and signing up for all these shitty open mic nights (and probably chickening the fuck out a la Coyote Ugly). I really really do. Kind of. I can see myself doing that.. and I'm kind of torn between seeing it as a really depressing future or exciting (because I sometimes imagine that there will be some sort of success at the end.)
I keep convincing myself that I'm studying but really I'm just blandly copying shit out of a textbook.. none of it is going through my mind whutsoever. I'm so screwed DD: fuckmedead. But seriously? I can't wait till this is all over. I'm tiptoeing the line between nostalgic and just wanting to get the fuck out of here. I've waited for pretty much most of my life to graduate school 4evz (somehow uni just is not and cannot be defined as *school*) .. so holy shit. It's almost here. Holy shit.
Maybe I'll post up a reflective rantly Angsty McAngstface blog in a few days about *MY LYF IN HISKOOL*... or not.. DD:
I want to be that girl serving you in a restaurant, struggling to pay the rent with her shitty $50-bucks-a-night-including-tips pay, looking tired as hell and still trying to ~make it~ by going to a bazillion auditions and signing up for all these shitty open mic nights (and probably chickening the fuck out a la Coyote Ugly). I really really do. Kind of. I can see myself doing that.. and I'm kind of torn between seeing it as a really depressing future or exciting (because I sometimes imagine that there will be some sort of success at the end.)