Forewarning: this may not be as comedic as you might like. I do know it has been many, many weeks since I last post something; however, this should not be seen as my comeback, for I am not on tour and do not currently own the rights to songs, lyrics, and or merchandise.
Lately, I've become exceptionally good at doubting my ability to do things, and by things, I mean anything that isn't wasting my time on the internet. I suppose this has coincided with the GRE and my application to grad school. Oh, and the fact that my terrified self will be walking across a stage in the Hump in 46 days.
Am I nervous? No.
Am I excited? Please define excitement.
Do I want to grow up? Do I need to answer this?
It isn't that I am completely against growing up either; it is that super awkward transition time that everyone has to go through that I am against. I want to bypass that. Let's jump to age 25, with me living comfortably, or at least more comfortable than a poor college student. I also lie to people every day. I tell them that I am not ok with being solely responsible for myself for the rest of my life. This isn't really true. I have no problem with being responsible for myself; I think I do a pretty good job of that right now. I have a problem with not having the rest of my life planned out on top of being responsible. (They really should make a 50000+ month calender, complete with every day you'll ever live!)
Obviously, that is part of life. Also, I think I'm doing pretty well, knowing that I can't change the unknown. I could be completely insane and be under the impression that life must be planned at all times of every day, but that's irresponsible to think like that. I'm also lazy. That takes too much work, work that could be devoted to watching mindless reality tv or sleeping. I like both.
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