when you have As, who needs friends?
That's why I need friends. Stats paper on Thursday (my last one yay) and I'm pretty sure it will fuck me up (boo... hiss). It's just kind of the way things are right now, balancing precariously on the edge of a cliff. Once I go over, there's probably no coming back. First of all, I cannot fly. Because I am not a bird, and if I were a bird, I'd be something like a chicken or a dodo. So I would not be able to fly anyway. Secondly, I... ok, there is no secondly because I cannot think of anything ok?There is also another thing balancing precariously on the edge. That is, the choice between finding a holiday job that pays well, and facing the possibility of a haircut, or just fucking keeping my hair. Because this is a great chance to earn spending money for exchange, and I know it. It would be great if there was a job that allowed me to keep my hair, AND is well paying. But in that universe, I wouldn't be worried about money. Or dying too young from being obese. Or something. Right, sleep and then stats later.
justin.
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