So this week was like yeah. Tuesday was great, I mean, meeting up with people? Being social? Hearing Alley live? All fab.
Work is eh. And more eh. I'm a receptionist at a little lawfirm and I really, really can't wait for Vegas. Cuz vacation, yo. Yeah.
When school starts up (and man, it's really just over a month away, damn), I'll continue to work there, but my hours will be shortened a lot. And I'm thinking that I won't work on Tuesday from 11-3, which means I'll still have a huge gap between classes, but I can use that time to do homework. Which means I'll be surfing the net and writing p0rn.
Because I'm a great student like that. And yeah, it's my last yeah. Which means I'm totally fucked. I have no idea what I'll do once I graduate. I'd love to go to grad school but I have to pay my own way. (Looks at empty pockets.)
Well fuck that idea.
I mean, what can I offer? My mad editing skillz? Yeah, right. My wit? Not when I speak. My sparkling personality? Yeah, I'm Mary Fucking Sunshine over here.
So yeah, one year of school left. It went by much quicker than I thought it would. I have no idea what I want to do. I mean, I want to be a professional writer. But I honestly don't think I have what it takes to be one. And then I get depressed and write poetry. I *hate* writing poetry.
Okay, so lost a plotbunny, now am depressed about future, yeah, I'm my worst enemy sometimes.