Cathartic Release
I hate those blogs that list nothing more than what a person did all day as much as the next guy, but I feel the need to mention that I have just finished the last assignment of my entire education... ever.
That's it. That's my education. From September, 1986, to right now - five minutes ago. Sure, I have another week left, but as far as actually doing anything is concerned, I am done. Finito Mussolini.
I, err... don't quite know what to make of that. But that's it. From colouring in triangles to writing a lesson plan on colour theory, that's two decades for ya.
Mike
That's it. That's my education. From September, 1986, to right now - five minutes ago. Sure, I have another week left, but as far as actually doing anything is concerned, I am done. Finito Mussolini.
I, err... don't quite know what to make of that. But that's it. From colouring in triangles to writing a lesson plan on colour theory, that's two decades for ya.
Mike
2 Comments:
I dislike those kinds of blogs as well.
I would kinda accept them if the authors admitted that, hey, it's really not that interesting and they're using it more like a public diary than a blog. But, no, these people honestly think it's worth my time to read. And they will nag you about it.
Female blogger, in conversation: So, I was talking to Ron the other day...
Me: Wait, who's Ron?
FB: What?! It's that new guy I met! (gets angry) Haven't you been reading my BLOG?!!
Me: Erm... no.
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