GRADUATED?! C'est vrai!?
I haven't graduated. At some point I will but right now I am really dreading it. LiveJournal used to be a place where I'd read about all these fantastic and crazy tales from academia. Professors making sexual advances towards students. Students making sexual advances towards professors. Camels roaming the streets like ferrell dogs. Derigibles made from bed sheets and wire hangers. Drinking and screaming wildly into the night sky.
Now it seems that people are being crushed by bills, strangled by monotony, and murdered by "real life".
If that's what's waiting for me after college than real life is going to get kicked square in the face. I am going old school mother fucking poet on this shit. I'm talking wild bar framed knife fights, imprisonment, numerous and unhealthy love affairs with assorted women in high places, receiving death threats, making death threats, dualing someone who I formerly called a friend on the edge of a cliff, faking my own death and resurfacing years later, and any number of other things. I just don't want to live in a world with out ferrell packs of god knows what.
Now it seems that people are being crushed by bills, strangled by monotony, and murdered by "real life".
If that's what's waiting for me after college than real life is going to get kicked square in the face. I am going old school mother fucking poet on this shit. I'm talking wild bar framed knife fights, imprisonment, numerous and unhealthy love affairs with assorted women in high places, receiving death threats, making death threats, dualing someone who I formerly called a friend on the edge of a cliff, faking my own death and resurfacing years later, and any number of other things. I just don't want to live in a world with out ferrell packs of god knows what.