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18 December 2003 @ 10:22 am
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Existential crisis fueled by abject exhaustion in progress:

What the hell am I doing as a student? I mean, really, studying creative writing, theories about culture and violence and the psychological affects of architecture...what the fuck? How is any of this in any way going to help me lead a productive life? Maybe I'd be better off herding goats on a mountain, while wearing leiderhosen or something. I can't ever graduate; I'll starve to death and die or end up living with my parents again. Or maybe I should drop out and go make things with my hands. Learn to be a carpenter or something. I could make rocking chairs. I like rocking chairs. And, also, what am I doing staying up days upon days? When did ten hours for three nights start looking okay as a concept? And where the *hell* is my lighter?

I'm just going to go....finish my paper. And then freak out some more.
Current Mood: crazycrazy
Current Music: Jimi Hendrix - Vodoo Child
-_-: enigmaechoskeleton on December 18th, 2003 04:08 pm (UTC)
*pets* It's okay. Someday we'll all be dead, and it won't matter what we did.

... Is it strange that this actually makes me feel better about wasting my life?
pure FORESHADOWING: absolut!nifra_idril on December 20th, 2003 07:49 pm (UTC)
It certainly makes you look at things in another light. *laughs* Which is always good.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on December 18th, 2003 08:51 pm (UTC)
*hands you lighter*

smoke up baby, the end is near.

pure FORESHADOWING: Clark RHPSnifra_idril on December 20th, 2003 07:50 pm (UTC)
...and now I need cigarettes....*grins*
montdlaw on December 19th, 2003 01:31 am (UTC)
Even if you make rocking chairs you'll be a crafter that understands and thinks about culture and violence and the psychological affects of architecture. There's no way that can be a bad thing.