This is the time when I realize I should not have procrastinated again. This is when I think back on all I have done for the past three weeks and realize I have not done ANY work at all.
This is also the time when I must fill my days with reading, studying and writing. I must not have any fun for the next week to make up for all the bullshit that I have been up to in the past.
And what am I going to school for anyway? To get a fabulous degree that will help me get an O.K. job which I’ll most likely hate and will make me miserable and I’ll just wish I was in middle school again when life was easy and I didn’t have to worry about things like rent, taxes, deadlines, and relations. I’ll be working for the proverbial man and getting nothing out of it just so that I can continue life on this planet and die with nothing.
I could work hard but what would I be working for? what would be the trophy at the end of my obstacle course? a party? working hard for a month so that I can go to Disneyland? or some high priced restaurant? getting my hair done? is that all life is about? it’s crap!
please kill me now.