No... really.
I'm graduating in 9 days.
HI YUR MEE
*rubs the dead skin out of his eyes*
Anyway, my last official day for my two classes is today. I have 2 essays to hand in, and study guides to finals to receive.
Do I care if I fucking BOMB these finals?
Hell no, its statistically impossible to get below a 3.0 GPA now.
*raises his middle finger with little passion*
That's right fuckers.
I'm DONE.
Two finals to coast through (there's 30 minutes out of my life *GASP*) and I will never have another FUCKING HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT IN MY FUCKING LIFE!
I just... really need to find a job that pays me what my time and education are worth.
I need to get the FUCK out of Topeka.
Out of Kansas if at all possible.
OUT OF THE MIDWEST
PLEASE.
Anyway, I'm selling my history books, and buying myself something delicious friday.
In the meantime, frankfurters and garlic oil.
I might sleep, I might not. *scratches his head*
It really is over.
I officially have an education.
Damn.
go me. and I managed to hit that before 25.
I guess I should uh... start building my life around the idea that I'll live past that age.
I guess I should stop thinking like a virgin.
I should stop thinking like a kid.
I should stop thinking like the PTSD MESS I am.
And no... you don't have to be a Vet to have PTSD.
I was thinking about my flashbacks the last time I took a piss.
They do NOT make me easy to live with.
Hell, I can barely put up with it, I can't imagine what its like for someone else.
Like sleepwalking with your eyes open...
It's gonna be a glorius day.
I'm a complex lil ball of neuroses. I can live with that.
I think.
Option B is death. And I'm not exactly afraid of that, more curious than anything.
Bottom line I NEED a job. I won't have anything to eat soon.
which... isn't anything new, I've been living on absolutely spartan conditions for the last 4 years. It'll be nice to own something other than a few CD's, a video game every 3 months, and the bare minimum amount of food to keep me alive.
Guess I'll worry about that shit when I get back to the country, and after I write a best man's toast.
I wish I was making that last part up.
damn it... I don't want to go to anyone's wedding but my own and my brother's, and quite fuckin frankly, if I ever do get married- you won't hurt my feelings if you don't show. I hate these things, they're so damned ritualistic and commercially nonsensical now.
anyway loyal readers, and not so loyal readers, and random readers...
I'm going to chance a dream.
We might be in love,
I might just wanna fuck you,
we might just be friends.
That's right, today I'm closing things with haiku. You should've seen the one I left on my essays about no longer being a student.
You won't though. Those are for teachers.
...
get me a career.
Seriously. I don't wanna be a kid anymore.
Take from this morning,
a ransom of my injured,
lonely, vacant heart.
I always write haiku when I am nostalgic and lonely, Thanks Jim.
17 syllables
