I need to make up a to-do list of stuff that needs to happen before the new term starts. Oh, how I hate it! It looms over me, not in the sense that it would go away if I actually made up the list, but that I dread the drudgery of the items on that list. Much of it will be rereading bits of unpleasant literature and only a portion of it is replying to all my fan mail. The ones that are helping me decide what I want to do with my life are going to be difficult to answer. Bwah.
"Thank you. Your opinion is valuable to me but I have no idea if it will actually come in handy. You see, it ALL DEPENDS ON ME AND MY CHOICES!!"
Scrawnily scraping for a life of books and languages, I am crawling towards my future, dragging my heels and hoping against hope I will get pneumonia right after graduation so that I can wait and see what will happen.
I hate modern literature. I wish I had a neverending cup of coffee and a reserved table in a Starbucks--or better yet, Coffee Grounds. I love that place. Right. Well, I don't have that but I do have a marvelous house and my private library in my bedroom. Or rather, my bed in my private library. It is very convenient.
And I still have to make up that list. I am so glad fewer people read this blog than the antipodes. *sighs and tears out hair*