So here it is. The bane of my existence. School.
The only upside is that it starts on a Friday so I only have one day before the weekend.
But it’s not about how long I have before having a two day break. Because there will always be another 5 days after that and so on, and so on.
Here’s some ‘inspirational’ song lyrics for the start of school:
Summer’s come and past
The innocent will never last
Wake me up when September ends – Wake me up when September ends – Green Day
A heart that slowly fills up like a landfill,
A job that slowly kills you,
Bruises that won’t heal,
I’ll take a quiet life,
A handshake of Carbon Monoxide. – No suprises: Radiohead
Anyway, as I sit on a bus at 7:50 in the morning, listening to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance in it’s entirety, I edge closer to 8 hours of hell on earth.
And with such praise, how could anyone doubt how ‘excited’ I am to have my life taken over by random facts that I will forget in a day.
On the upside, more deeply philisophical poetry about how we have a meaningless existence and death and how the human race is nothing.