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majutsukaiI really don't know what to do right now.
I suppose bitching at livejournal is as good as anything.
So, in this quaint little movie in my head, I was going to go off to college at Green River this quarter. Take some classes, learn some stuff, meet some people, be an adult. Life is good. But, it turns out, the little movie in one's head frequently ends up not matching up with reality.
And of course-- I say this with a pronounced roll of the eyes, since anyone with a head on their shoulders could have predicted it-- it's all my fault.
You see, there's this little, minor thing that is absolutely essential to becoming a college student, or to going to college at all. That's a little thing called money.
I knew it would happen eventually-- my chronic procrastination habit has finally become my demise. I didn't prepare the means to pay for it in time. So now, I've applied for a quarter of college at Green River that I can't even freaking pay for. I MIGHT be able to apply for financial aid and have it in time for the winter quarter, but the fall quarter I had my heart set on is looking pretty hopeless.
It's just all so anticlimactic. I was really nervous and excited about it, but now I find out that it was all over before summer even started.
I swear, I'm just like a child sometimes. When responsibility rears its head, I hide away and pretend that it doesn't exist. Then it blows up in my face and I cry about it. Just like I am now. Sometimes I wonder if my dad was right all this time, that I'm really not ready to become an adult. I certainly don't feel it, especially NOW.
So, if I am indeed forced to wait for the winter quarter, what will happen? Simple. Everybody else will be their perfect, responsible little selves and go to college, learn, meet people, and be adults, while I-- having long since missed that boat-- rot at home like the deadweight I am, further testament to the already apparent fact that I have no earthly value within a single cell of my pathetic body. And then complain about it to livejournal. That's what I'm destined for.
So, have fun with your lives, everyone. Don't miss me too hard.
I suppose bitching at livejournal is as good as anything.
So, in this quaint little movie in my head, I was going to go off to college at Green River this quarter. Take some classes, learn some stuff, meet some people, be an adult. Life is good. But, it turns out, the little movie in one's head frequently ends up not matching up with reality.
And of course-- I say this with a pronounced roll of the eyes, since anyone with a head on their shoulders could have predicted it-- it's all my fault.
You see, there's this little, minor thing that is absolutely essential to becoming a college student, or to going to college at all. That's a little thing called money.
I knew it would happen eventually-- my chronic procrastination habit has finally become my demise. I didn't prepare the means to pay for it in time. So now, I've applied for a quarter of college at Green River that I can't even freaking pay for. I MIGHT be able to apply for financial aid and have it in time for the winter quarter, but the fall quarter I had my heart set on is looking pretty hopeless.
It's just all so anticlimactic. I was really nervous and excited about it, but now I find out that it was all over before summer even started.
I swear, I'm just like a child sometimes. When responsibility rears its head, I hide away and pretend that it doesn't exist. Then it blows up in my face and I cry about it. Just like I am now. Sometimes I wonder if my dad was right all this time, that I'm really not ready to become an adult. I certainly don't feel it, especially NOW.
So, if I am indeed forced to wait for the winter quarter, what will happen? Simple. Everybody else will be their perfect, responsible little selves and go to college, learn, meet people, and be adults, while I-- having long since missed that boat-- rot at home like the deadweight I am, further testament to the already apparent fact that I have no earthly value within a single cell of my pathetic body. And then complain about it to livejournal. That's what I'm destined for.
So, have fun with your lives, everyone. Don't miss me too hard.
