Candy Canes and Hair Loss

I'm sure you've been waiting will breath that is bated for my next blog post and I'm sure this one is just going to be just the gem you're hoping for.

Well while I'm sure you've all been out there doing interesting things with your lives, I've been pulling my hair out (quite literally) trying to make it to Christmas break. I keep telling myself "just make it to the 14th," but then I remember all the things I have to get finished (rather started and finished) before then and I begin to feel light-headed. When that feeling strikes I sit, take some deep breaths, and pretend my life simply doesn't exist.

Also, as most people know, I'll be graduating in one year from right now. That's ridiculous. My roommate and I were talking last night about how we can absolutely understand how people can be completely unproductive members of society. In theory, I'd love to get a job with a wonderful company that a respect and that respects me. And in theory, I would be great at my job, my bosses would love me, and aside from the occasional slip-up I'd live happily ever after. What I'm picturing in my head, however, is: I get a job with a wonderful company, I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing, I do something to royally fuck it up, they fire me, and then I have a psychotic break and end up sitting on the couch watching the history channel with my dad for the rest of my life.

Enough stalling. I actually have to finish my advertising homework now. Because I've found that thew whole "pretending my life doesn't exist" thing just isn't an effective tactic.

I don't want to be a cotton-headed-ninny-muggins.