Well... that went well.

So that last post was a lie... ooops. Nonetheless, it's exam/essay season and I will do anything to procrastinate so here I am, crawling back. I figured that this is the place I used to come to be whiney so I might as well do that again for a little bit because right now I feel like I'm wasting my life, y'know, the usual stuff. I really regret not doing a more vocational degree, one where you actually learn skills rather than just learning for the sake of learning. I'm not sure how much of this literary and cinema criticism will help me later in life, it just seems like learning for the sake of learning. This time next year, I'll be just about finishing off my final essays and wanting to cry and deteriorating into nothingness and I get scared just thinking about it. Princeton from Avenue Q said it best: 'what do you do with a BA in English? Also film... I guess even the puppet had better life prospects than me. I've always said I wanted to write (although I hate actually declaring that on the Internet because I don't want to be included in that group of fourteen year olds who use the xD emoticon and talk using .gifs) and even though the medium of what I want to write has changed over the years, I still really like the idea of doing that. Although I can't tell if that's just because it's the only thing I'm actually good at or if I genuinely enjoy it enough to devote my entire life to it. Part of me wants to run away and work in a Coyote Ugly-esque bar, part of me wants to work my way up a magazine starting from intern to fashion editor and part of me just wants to marry rich and surround myself with an army of pugs and cats. Whichever of those I decide to do, I should probably start this essay on South Park first.