It's not a mistake unless you make it a mistake.

And so it begins. The arduous task of turning my crappy room to a livable place. I need to buy a bunch of stuff to make that happen and usually I'm against spending money for inanimate things like a room, but under the circumstances I'm willing to overlook that fact. And let's face it, I have no morals when it comes to spending my dad's money. (don't worry he brought this on himself)

I'm going to get a proper bookshelf, a table lamp, maybe new curtains and that plastic tikar thing so it'll cover up the shit that is the floor. Also I think I want to repaint the walls.

This may seem stupid since I'm only going to be here for 3 more years but you know, there is a deeper slightly less idiotic reason behind this task. At least I think there is.

I can try and explain why I'm doing this but you know, I don't really care. I'm just going to do it.

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I want to take a year off after I graduate. I don't know what I'd do. Travel, sure. And maybe get a job. One that is non medical related. Or just read a bunch of books.

My dad will flip the fuck out if he knows I want to do this. He's all 'Oh yeah graduating at 23 is an advantage blabla' I should listen to him.

BUT I WON'T! HAHAHAHAHAHA.

It's just, living according to plan for 23 years is boring. And I really really hate boring.

This sappy song is kind of nice. In all its sappiness.

Also, people are all offended because I forget birthdays, faces, names or whatever, and I've said this many times before but I'll say it again. If it's important to me then I'll remember. Let me point out that just because it's important to you doesn't mean it's important to me.