I really don't like this senioritis thing. In a way, it seems like a shame to let my grades go to waste after working my butt off these last few years. But then, I feel like I just breezed through college and didn't really put an effort into my studies, so what does it matter? I wish I were one of those dorks I like to make fun of who are really really into school. At least I'd actually have good memories about it, rather than consider it four years of my life I will never get back. Why can't college be just like OCPAC? Complain hard enough and ask to speak to a manager, and eventually, you can get a refund.
I also have a feeling I'm going to be a complete failure in life. I'll live here in Westminster forever, driving Ate Kar's hand-me-down Kia. I won't even have cats because I'm too irresponsible and stupid to care for them. Ew, what if I become just like Andy, the crazy white guy across the way? I'll be a lonely, hairy-backed, schizophrenic spinster who has to go off my meds and threaten my neighbors in order to get attention. This is so sad!
posted by Life @ 1:59 AM
1 Comments:
he doesn't live there anymore, right? or is he locked up in one of the rooms somewhere? that's scary.
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