Despite having so much time on my hands I still find myself getting obscenely behind in my classes. I feel like most of my professors with the exception of my octogenarian heartthrob, Dr. Margulis aren't teaching me anything even remotely relevant and my mind tends to run wild in class. I always think about what my life will be like when I finish with school and I just hope I will be able to support myself comfortably and create art. Some people love to do art, but I have a compulsion for it and I'm sure without finding that outlet to express my emotions would have probably offed myself a long time ago.
Fuck and Run
Despite having so much time on my hands I still find myself getting obscenely behind in my classes. I feel like most of my professors with the exception of my octogenarian heartthrob, Dr. Margulis aren't teaching me anything even remotely relevant and my mind tends to run wild in class. I always think about what my life will be like when I finish with school and I just hope I will be able to support myself comfortably and create art. Some people love to do art, but I have a compulsion for it and I'm sure without finding that outlet to express my emotions would have probably offed myself a long time ago.
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Damn. Now I have that Liz Phair song stuck in my head, heh.
I wokeee up alaaaarmed....
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