There are only two pages of my blog posts. Although I do have three blogs. Or is it four? Why don't I know this? I am a pathetic, pathtic, blogger. Aren't bloggers supposed to have pages and pages and PAGES about nothing slash themselves? Yes.
Only when I want to type something will everyone go quiet. Fuck them.
I'm working at the library (hence the graveyard silence) and still wallowing in the muck that is my life over how I will never gain self actualization or even happiness if I don't find my calling, ASAP.
Scratch that, I know what my calling is. But singing doesn't put money in the bank unless you win American Idol, and nerves don't put you on American Idol (excepting "Top Ten Worst Auditions" which I'd rather not be on, thanks). So here I am, reluctant Computer Science major number 1! (To be enunciated like Megara). And while I can think of at LEAST ten other majors that I could be doing, I'm too gutless to major in something without a guaranteed paycheck as soon as I get out of college. That, of course, is the inherent disease of the world. That living is not viable without a job.
After work I'm going to take a (public, I hate them) bus to the mall to buy pink hair dye, and then I'm going to dye my hair (again). Then I'm going to race to Helfaer in order to rub my face in the fact that being a theater major is MUCH more appealing than Computer Science (I'm going to watch The Last Five Years. Come with me.). And then I'll come home, shove all my stuff off the bed onto the floor, and fall asleep surrounded by this mess.
Just the average day, you know. In the life of a reluctant Computer Sci...yeah, yeah, you know.
Only when I want to type something will everyone go quiet. Fuck them.
I'm working at the library (hence the graveyard silence) and still wallowing in the muck that is my life over how I will never gain self actualization or even happiness if I don't find my calling, ASAP.
Scratch that, I know what my calling is. But singing doesn't put money in the bank unless you win American Idol, and nerves don't put you on American Idol (excepting "Top Ten Worst Auditions" which I'd rather not be on, thanks). So here I am, reluctant Computer Science major number 1! (To be enunciated like Megara). And while I can think of at LEAST ten other majors that I could be doing, I'm too gutless to major in something without a guaranteed paycheck as soon as I get out of college. That, of course, is the inherent disease of the world. That living is not viable without a job.
After work I'm going to take a (public, I hate them) bus to the mall to buy pink hair dye, and then I'm going to dye my hair (again). Then I'm going to race to Helfaer in order to rub my face in the fact that being a theater major is MUCH more appealing than Computer Science (I'm going to watch The Last Five Years. Come with me.). And then I'll come home, shove all my stuff off the bed onto the floor, and fall asleep surrounded by this mess.
Just the average day, you know. In the life of a reluctant Computer Sci...yeah, yeah, you know.
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