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[kbk]

Yo, ma bitches. I am returned. I think I passed the 'zam, but I don't really care.

There was a fire alarm last night, just after I had made microwave rice, so I took my food out with me. That was fun.

I suffer from a complete inability to just sit down and start working. But I don't care.

My counsellor seems to think I should chuck this shit in and go off somewhere exciting. In the middle of revision I seemed to have decided the same. And I started reading this book by Brian Keenan and John McCarthy where they are travelling down Chile. So. Patagonia. Yay. I do have money in the bank - most of my student loans - and I'm tempted to blow it all and do stuff.

I think I'm on enough drugs that I actually physically cannot panic, which is fun. But not useful for exam time.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I should go to the meal tonight. Really. I haven't been to one yet, and that's just a waste of money and effort on my part, but the dining hall's so scary.....

Wah. Must. Have. Noise.

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[zazuomgwtf.livejournal.com]

fuck! I want what you are on! Hand some over now!

[kbk]

*passes over virtual venlafaxine*

[marcobiagi.livejournal.com]

Y'know, going somewhere mad costing stupid amounts of money can really do wonders. It lets you get away, you get the bizarre capitalist thrill of spending four digits' worth of money in one go and then when/if you come back you can start afresh with a line drawn under it all. It kinda worked for me.

[kbk]

Mmm, and I want to, but the money thing... because it's money I will have to earn later on, which means I'll be entering the work world with a pile of debt (which, I know, is pretty standard, but still...) and...

Also the part where all the year-long ones seem to be TEFL. And the one thing I always said I would never ever do is teach. So.

Thinking about it.