"Every rose has its thorn

Just like every night has its dawn

Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song

Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does"

Blargnessosity. Well, I have no loan check, and probably won't until next week. Rent is due on Friday. I will be taking drastic measures.

Being a grownup sucks.

It's really very discouraging that I'm going to have to end up applying for a job at a university food services-run convenience store. Yeah, yeah, it's a job, blah blah blah, but really now people. I could go back to Craptown to my perfectly fine "just a job" and at least be living at home rent-free.

Does the enormity of your stupidity ever just hit you in the face sometimes? Like, for instance, what good will a master's degree in music really do? Think about it. Smart people with a modicum of talent get a graduate assistantship. Or they at least go to a school in their home state. Naive people with merely one iota of talent that don't get assistantships have no business going very far away, even if the place they go to is the place they've always wanted to be.

So where do you draw the line between dreams and reality?

Bleah. Next week I'll be living in a dumpster. Tell my sister to beg my dad to come and resuce me from the dumpster, wouldja? I'll go back to Craptown and sell shoes and life will be easy and simple and stupid again.

Craptown is also close to another place with people in it. Um, yeah.

*concentrates*

So, anyway, does anyone want to buy a flute and piccolo? $250 even.

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