I really regret not painting my face as a sugar skull for Halloween. It was much more me than what I ended up wearing. I hate that I wore something for someone else. Especially since they didn’t even notice.
Two years in a row.
i turn 20 in you.
In Barcelona, New York, London, Chicago, Los Angeles… everywhere.
How am I supposed to decide?
On the other hand… how much I want to do it is helping me realise I don’t want to keep going with Journalism after next year.
Which is messing with my head, big time.
Bed.
I was actually really angry the other day hearing my friends talk about my university degree, and how I should have done my assessments.
No. Fuck off.
I don’t disrespect your degrees, even if I think I could do a better job than you.
And I do not regret going beyond what was necessary in order to assure an excellent end result - which, by the way, is what I got.
So if you want to try less in order to do an assessment, go ahead.
But it is the people like me who are going to have a better mark to show for their efforts.
Tuesday 25/10/11
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
Monday
That happened.
You idiot.
Tuesday 18/10/11
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
Monday
Today I woke up at 9:32am
My prose assessment was due at 9:30
I had a journalism presentation at 10:30
The memory of that moment is going to make me feel ill for the rest of my life.