I have no fucking idea what I want to do with my life.
Yes, I realize I'm barely twenty, and have my future ahead of me. But do I really?
No. I do not. I have no fucking future. A future connotes knowing what you want to do with your life. I am an English major. You know what that spells people - Starbucks, and last time i applied there they wouldn't hire me.
The good news is, we're all doomed. Even the one's with engineering degrees. Yeah, I'm talking to you you nerdy bastards. You may have a job waiting for you right out of high school, but will that get you laid!?
Ok, maybe it will. But the point I'm trying to make here is:
Bachelor's degrees do not buy happiness.
In fact, they cost a lot, rarely get you all the education you need, and the only thing they give you is a false sense of security. I want experience people, not a sheet of paper that describes how I've spent four years of my life sitting on my ass, banging my head against my laptop screen and wishing I was somewhere far away.
and I mean far. No snow far, white sand beaches far, so far that a Canadian accent can get you laid. Hell, so far that being white can get you laid. So far that my grammatical errors in essay writing are eclipsed by the fact that I don't speak the local language.
I want to go so far away that when I come back I feel like I'm from a foreign country. I want to have so many travel stories that people call me pretentious at parties but secretly wish they had my life. I want to live without technology for an extended period of time and then brag about on facebook. I want to be "that guy".
But alas, here we are, sitting on our asses about to bang our heads against our laptop screens. We will get that education, we may never get laid for being white and we might end up feeling like the future we're in is no future at all. But hell, at least we've got sex.
and if you don't - holy fuck you deadbeat, move to Japan - I hear that there, being white can get you laid.
'DILF' of the Week
All hail The Dude for his deadbeat wisdom, his wicked beard, and his fashionable bathrobe stylings. The man's an icon people, the symbol of everything sacred about my lifestyle. He is the master of mid-day drinking, a conseuir of sweat pants, and a adept judge of the capabilities of ferrets.
Yeah, i know, you're all thinking "not everybody has a thing for old dudes lacking job security Ella", and I understand that not everybody gets the same urge to lick the remnant's of that white russian off El Duderino's mustache when ever he takes a sip. But take a look at http://www.premiere.com/List/The-100-Sexiest-Movie-Stars-of-All-Time/91.-Jeff-Bridges and tell me the man isn't DILF material.
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