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title: "Nothing is ever perfect"
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date: 2018-06-07
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What vs Who, same difference, right?I have a physics paper at 9am tommorow that I’m woefully unprepared for. It constitutes one third of the grade I need to get to uni.
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Totally my own fault of course. I only work AT deadlines not TO them. I dread to think what I’ll be like if I do make it to uni!
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Regardless, I should be desperately, hopelessly cramming for it, but here I am musing about my life, and Life in general. Damn, damn, damn my unfocusable[1] mind!
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This is already my second go.[2] I don’t know what I want to do after uni, or even if I’m sure that I want to go. But I’d at least like to have the choice! And at the moment? Not looking likely.
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But other than that things are damned perfect. Finally got rid of the L(oser) plates on my motorcycle. Courting my latest Greatest Mistake. She’s wond…No. NO. I refuse to get all soppy here on Medium. Not sober, anyhow.
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Anyway so… Life’s great, except for the part where [it’s shit](https://medium.com/frenetic-scribblings/fuck-the-world-6a89112d1de4). I feel the need to disclaim here that this entire post is part of an ongoing experiment in taking myself, and duly my writing, less seriously. Less serious, *more human*. So far, so good. Touchwood **headbutts desk**
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My key thought, after all of that is…
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Nothing ever goes *entirely* to Plan. There’s always a rogue thumb detecting nut-fucker… Er… wrench.[4]
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Sometimes, I put it there myself.
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[1] Is that a word? Is now!
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[2] At physics not life[3]
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[3] Human life, anyway. I’m almost certain I was a cat in a previous life.
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[4] Excuse my AvE-ism there. What’s that? You don’t know AvE?? Poor sod… You must have like… An actual life, or something!
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