9:58 a.m. - Tuesday, Apr. 15, 2003
final 2nite
So I voted (green, but of course), I got that infernal paper handed in, along with my absurd fake doctor's note, and i am well on my way to being prepared, more or less, for my final tonight. Ah, the 'big' breakdown avoided narrowly once again. I'm like james bond, if the electric eels in the tank were the quarterlife crisis. Yeah, that's right, quarterlife...they have those now. There's a breakdown for absolutely everything these days. And a pill for each one of those. Dear, dear dystopia, you've finally arrived.
Actually, they call it a quarterlife crisis, but its meant to happen between 25 and 30, somewhere around there...which doesn't make alot of sense, because i don't plan on living until i'm 120 years old. I guess thirdlife crisis just sounded awkward. and also the name implies one has had two life crises before it, rather than that a third of your life is over. Wow, a third of my life is over. Well, now I feel worse. Its like, just the name of these newfangled crises trigger crisis. Hmph. That's exactly what the pharmaceutical companies inteded, i'm sure. just kidding.
I'd sit here and write a bunch of stuff about david byrne and mexican street art right now, but I was supposed to be studying an hour ago, so buh-bye.
