the whores hustle and the hustlers whore

[widget_alley]

So, I am still alive. If you want to call it that. College is a wonderful thing, but I often feel like there's not time to construct a life: instead, it's a feeling rather like when you trip, and begin to fall headlong-- if you run, you might keep your feet just a little longer, but that pavement is gonna meet your face in quite a serious way,

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[silverscreams]

Amen. I wonder that when out in the real world, will I be reminiscing for college and how things made sense back then? Because they really don't... but that's what I'm doing about highschool.

By the way, that's an excellent song. It's even the ringtone on my phone whenever I decide to take it off vibrate.

Oh, and would visiting you this winter break seriously be an option? because that'd be awesome, and I'm trying to plan things.

[widget_alley]

YES. VISIT. DO IT NOW.

[vervassal]

Ah, but you'll die with a whole new perspective. :D

[widget_alley]

It is a running joke that I will get my diploma, shake hands, and keel over from exhaustion right then and there.

[agrathea]

College is a special hell with very pretty flames. When you are done with it, you often just remember the lovely colors. And luckily the scars are in secret places that you don't look on too often by then. ;)