I haven't got up late one day this week, and i honestly feel better for it. I've bust my ass everyday doing something or another. And I don't miss having nothing to do a single bit. The fact my beau lives 5500 miles away is a big enough reminder that time is precious until you have it completely to your disposal. I don't want ever want mine to be wasteable. It's once you cross the lazy-days threshold that going back is about as favourable as having a bird shit on you; it stinks and is nothing but effort. Hence why the dole is normally for life, as is my crazy hate for it(and my penchant for mentioning it TOO often).
I've ordered my plane tickets for October and i finally feel like i can be happy about being here asides Clare and Franki again. It has purpose, to put money in the bank and aid me in succeeding in life. College isn't so bad when i think about it, it's just a shame i don't get to go on my own. I have a ton of things to be getting on with, and I'm disappointed that i've been getting slack with my posts, but I'm about 60% sure that the majority of people who read this blog do so for their own negative gratification. They're looking for jokes to make at my expense, and gossip to talk about with other people as pathetic because it beats having to evaluate and thus become discontent with themselves. Satisfying.
I love my life.
'We few, we happy few, we band of brothers'.
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