RedKing's quotesig of me led me to this post from a month ago-
For the second day in a row, I've overslept and missed my Spanish class, as has already happened about a half-dozen times. Exam is on Wednesday. I can't blow this. Stands to reason I'm also less than half done with a paper I wanted (but didn't need) to have done by today, meaning I'll need to write about seven pages tonight and then burn through roughly six hours of Spanish coursework tomorrow night, right as my night-job heats up. And then it's on to another eight-page essay that I have to do all the reading for over Thanksgiving.
And the best part is, I haven't exactly been pressed for time, even if I kinda have. Whatever. Ah, end of semester ennui and collapsing sense of time management, how I've missed you my old friend.
That was my reality for the better part of twenty years. It's still sinking in that I'll never again have to worry about that kind of life and stress. I'm done with school.
Holy shit.I've been spending my vacation doing almost jack shit, and I don't care. Things I've been doing for the past 32 hours - watching LPs (Chip and Ironicus never stop being funny), writing another game idea (on and off for a month, I might have enough to make a thread by tomorrow), listening to
The Felt, Reversed (as good as many of the songs were, somehow the entire album turns into a fucking masterpiece when played backwards), and playing the crap out of
Railroad Tycoon 2 (which I bought when it was new, and have fallen in love with all over again).
God damn this is a nice vacation, even if I still have to go to my night job. And the best part is, it can last as long as I want it to. No registration, no bursars, no deadlines. Just me, employment, and the endless future. And, y'know, stuff. Point is, it's all up to me now, and only up to me.