Because I want to do something with my life, I have no life. Friends suffer neglect and it's starting to wear thin, unlike the soles of my best clubbing shoes. Photos crop up of drunken nights, not nearly as debauched as might be liked. Case in point; surfin' bird dance during the art fundraiser. This seems to suggest that I actually have a social life. But the photos lie. These stolen moments are rarely fully enjoyed because the day after hangover impedes on a massive workload and therefore fun is always tainted.
There is no easy solution. Or maybe, just maybe, GAP YEAR? Still: Rent, bills and food to pay for, and probably a whole world of other problems. Perhaps, acquire an easy-money job; slave at this and fund some travelling? Not just that but the free time could allow me to catch up on all the reading and hands on research I've been skimming over. Maybe these be pipe dreams, but a gap year would be sweet right now. Everyone seems dead set against it though; claiming I'll waste a year. I think they're wrong and I want to prove it. My practice has been suffering, even though on paper I'm doing well. I need to remedy this and have a productive year, where I can go into the final year of my degree bright eyed and bushy tailed.
I risk a kicking by staunch feminists but having ambition totally gives you wrinkles.
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