It is Wednesday, and Wednesday it will stay for a few more hours. I have been working on paper all week that I have due in tomorrow and if I can bust out 3 single spaced pages tonight, that would be just swell.
Well indeed, I have been busy of late. I do not know if you have noticed, but I have a slightly awkward way of writing... A way of writing that got me into trouble, by which I mean one of my professors took a quick look at some of my work and instantly assured me that it was pure plagarism. I was quite sure it was not, and I am the one who should know because I was watching me and I didn't do it.
So anyway, I just realised that I will be 19 in one week, a thought that seems slightly scary. I plan not to live in my parents house at age 21, something that my mom is probably not very pleased about, yet my father will no doubt be jumping for joy when it happens. Whether joining the military or working a full time as a floor sander as well as parent- paid college, I do plan to make it happen. If you are still reading, and you are, then let me tell you that this urge to leave does not come from the "I hate my mom and I just wanna sk8" school of thought, but rather from the "Your an adult, now start acting like one" institute of advanced teenage studies. Of course the really adult thing to do would be to leech of my parents for as long as possible, as per my mom's family but however immature it may be, I believe that I am now on a quest, not for dignity, but for the hardships and responsiblities that come with being an adult.
Of course there are two other sides to this internal argument: The side that says that I should not try to grow up too fast, which I happen to believe that I am handling well enough, and of course the side that says I should be working on a paper.
When I was in highschool, which I will miss dropping by to visit, I had to write a post grad portfolio. Mine was a 3 scentence affair, that read something like "Berklee School of Music or bust!!" Of course that did not happen... My point is that I re-opened the document, and have started looking at exactly how hard I am going to make life for myself, and what would be the least painful way of doing this. Of course, I could have a sudden burst of Itailianitis, and decide to move to the basement until I am 30... But hopefully not. We will see how the thought process goes..
Well anyway, I got a letter from the State of Vermont today with money inside.. That was nice of them...
Well, I have a paper to write, and you have a ukulele to go out and buy so see ya..
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