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fodder

the pebbles you've arranged,
in the sand they're strange.
they speak to me like constellations,
as we lie here.

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    • Tuesday, April 11, 2006

    Macr-NO! Disjointed ambitions.

    Spinnin': "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter

    SCREW MACROECONOMISTS. You do not make any sense at all to your Royal Highness! *growls*

    This is both scary and disturbing at the same time because I'm convinced that the degree I'm pursuing now is going to determine my potential career (and hence, the sort of life I'd lead in the future) and I HAVE THIS SICKENING FEELING IT'S GOING NOWHERE!!!!!!!!

    I'm NOT gonna make it to honours. I already know. Yeah, I can already here the jeers. "Local arts degree, without honours...".

    How much of what I'm doing is actually related to my interests? What am I doing this for?

    To eventually own a degree and swing it in the faces of everyone else who has jumped onto the bandwagon?
    To fulfill my duties as the eldest (and "smartest") daughter of the family?
    As an achievement?
    As a just-in-case-I-regret action?

    To hell with this place and all that shit load of crap about meritocracy.

    My creativity is stifled, my future looks bleak and I can hardly breathe. Thank you very much.

    Hi there, yet another angsty post. Welcome to my life!

    23:27

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