but that is because I'm lazy
Laziness, I understand. It was the initial chorus of "EW!" that made me wonder if I'd clicked on the wrong link.
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but that is because I'm lazy
Laziness, I understand. It was the initial chorus of "EW!" that made me wonder if I'd clicked on the wrong link.
I'm not even sure I can live a life without an institution behind me anymore, though.
This was me eighteen months ago. And then I got used to having a a forty hour week, and a steady income, and now it's killing me being back in college.
The best thing about my year off? Not feeling guilty. For the first time in my life, if it was the evening, or the weekend, there wasn't any work or study that I could/should be doing. My time was my own, and I had actual, honest-to-God money to do things with it.
The main goal of my year off was to save money for my post-grad and get some field experience, which I did, but I probably should have taken another year and travelled. Maybe next year.
I'm not even sure I can live a life without an institution behind me anymore, though.
You don't need no stinkin' institution! You've got friends. Friends with couches.
Red Hot Retro Girl
Curse you, wee Hec! You knew I was going to click on that thinking it was the Powers character, didn't you?
Many people are squicked by breastmilk who are not squicked by cow milk, which, let's face it, is breastmilk from a cow, except cows have udders instead of breasts, but you know, same diff. Just like some people like to think that chicken comes in boneless skinless pieces from the chicken tree. (Not that there's anything wrong with that! I find it charming! Especially when you're aware that you just can't deal with reality. It's okay. Reality is really hard. I can't deal with lots of it myself, but breastmilk I can handle. Not that I make cheese out of it. Can I go home now?)
Can I go home now?
Heavens, yes.
That crazy, hmmm? I go.
No, not crazy -- just long week, Friday afternoon, and are they really making your dept watch the glorified computer labs in the new building??!?!?
Red Hot Retro Girl
Oooh! I need to know how to do that (modified) to my hair for Halloween! (I'm going as a 50s housewife. Cherry dress, pearls, white gloves, apron, fishnets, pumps, redredred lipstick and nails....and maybe I should have waited until after Halloween to get my Alfalfa haircut. Hrm.)