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| post | Nothing is ever perfect | 2018-06-07 |
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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
Anyway so… Life’s great, except for the part where it’s shit. 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
My key thought, after all of that is…
Nothing ever goes entirely to Plan. There’s always a rogue thumb detecting nut-fucker… Er… wrench.[4]
Sometimes, I put it there myself.
[1] Is that a word? Is now!
[2] At physics not life[3]
[3] Human life, anyway. I’m almost certain I was a cat in a previous life.
[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!