This is sort of like the diary that I pledge to write in everyday and then stow it away in my nightstand to discover every couple months and feel extremely terrible about how I never really kept that promise to my self and then again restate that I will start back up again and continue in faith! But I'm not making any promises, I am not Jenna Hamilton. My life isn't a roller coaster of adventures as much as I'd like it to be.
Like right now, post-high school, is about as monotonous as I had previously imagined, nothing's changed except my destination this fall, around ten miles south of where I have been going to for the past twelve years; the wondrous Winchester State University, commonly known as Umpqua Community College. Do I sound bitter? I shouldn't, but it's hard not to. With big city dreams, I have effectively land my self right back in the same hell hole in which I had so long planned to vacate and never look back. But, who can pass up free tuition for two years and one of the best nursing programs in the state? It's not Graphic Design, or photography but it'll pay the bills.
Work hard, play hard. Who the fuck invented that phrase? They are sorely mistaken. There is no physical way for one to work hard AND play hard. I work a measly thirty hours a week if not less at the easiest job in the world and my plans for after work as well as my days off is to crash, crash so hard and sleep until around ten thirty. Yep, I can get real rowdy. I mean, I can, if you consider going on a Candy Crush binder is getting wild.
Without further ado, and foregoing the proofread I shall publish this for the entire twitter sphere to read, well the two or three people that actually click on the obnoxious link. No one wants to read about someone else's life. Maybe next time I'll dare to intrude and write about some one else's life, who know. Until next time, The Girl Misunderstood.
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