College

We have seven weeks of school left.
Oh my damn.
I really can't believe it...it all seems very surreal.
I've had the same job for 12 years now (well, my whole life really) and it's really scary thinking that I don't have to continue.
I could stop going to school for the rest of my life.
Not that I'm going to...it's just the feeling that I can if I wanted to.
I sort of had a break down a month ago about college and majors, but I'm alright now.
I don't really feel like going into it because one, it would take to long, and two, it would be very boring.
Conclusion: I'm going to be a diplomat for the United Nations. I'm (hopefully) going to go to UCLA for a Global Studies major and then Columbia for their International Relations Graduate School.
It's pretty ambitious, but a dream isn't a real dream unless it kicks your ass on the way there.
So that's what's up with that.

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I've started listening to Anti-folk music, which is absolutely brilliant!!
I really need to get a job so I can go see these people in concert!!!
Speaking of which, I really wanted to go to the Coachella, but the tickets are so damn expensive!
But, it's okay because I'll go eventually.
I'm really eager to "grow-up" and drive and work and begin my career, but I really don't...
It's a pretty paradox.
I realized my whole problem is how my parents will look at me: I won't be a kid anymore, which really upsets me for some odd reason.
I wish life was longer.
I don't want immortality, I just want a little more time...and a guarantee I'll see the people I want to see eventually.
Unfortunately, that's something we're not meant to know.