I really should sit down and just type up this damn thesis. Seriously, I should just do it. I mean my mind is filled with it. But every time I do, I find something more interesting to type up. I have a deadline by October and if I don’t hand in…they wont let me re-register. So this is it. Okay so here is the plan, after this constantly changing planned weekend is over. I’m gonna wake up early on Saturday and Sunday and just type thesis stuff.
Then once the election’s are over I’m going to go to Varsity and do all the literature stuff. And I’m typing this out and posting it on the blog, so that I am going to hold myself accountable. I miss school sometimes. If you don’t do something, you get a hiding, finish. Now if you don’t do something the consequences are much higher but the desire to do what you suppose to, is much less.
And I really do like Anthropology. I am an Anthropologist, despite what she might say. I sometimes believe it was what I was born to do. But then why do I find it so difficult to do? Because I live in fiction, that’s why. Its easier there, I can control things. If someone does or says things that I don’t want them to, I just change what they say. Real life, you cant do that.
But I need to be grounded. I need to grow up. Though I really don’t want to because all the adults are sick, festering beasts that think they know what’s best, but really are just fucking the whole world over. Okay not all adults. Oi…I am and adult* (gasp in realisation)! When did that happen? Well happy belated to me. I am now 24. Shocking.
To All the People We Grew Old With
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