College
In my time off, during this vacation, I’d had time to think about things. Which is bad. You people should know by now that giving me the time to think results in these entries. F*cked up entries. POINT. My point, is that one of the things I thought about is college. Late at night, I’ll lay in bed, after I’ve turned my TV off or am done on my comp or am doing writing or reading or w/e, and I’ll start to visualize my future life.
Granted I live past the age 18.
But, anywho, I think about my future life. One of those things, is, college. My brother goes to college. Everyone I think I’ve ever known (or at least close to it) went to or currently resides at a college, and they all talk about how great it is, “When you get to college, life will be different, it will be on your own terms and you can do what you want when you want and it’s gonna be awesome!”
First off, I already can live on my own terms. My life is already that way. I don’t decide when to live. I can’t die, and then go, “Hey, ya know, this dead thing, not my fix, kinda boring, eh, the whole ‘hauntin’ thing gets old FAST, I’m gonna go live on my terms.” Zombies are very unreliable. And secondly, how good could college be when all you ever hear from college campus’s, IS ALL THE BAD SH*T THAT HAPPENS?! Rapes, murders, shootouts, drug overdoses. I mean, college, granted all of that could be fun UP UNTIL THAT POINT, is not considerably a “fun time” in my book.
Of course, my book is also the one nobody is reading, so who am I to complain?
And FYI, I’m not GOING to college.
M@rk
