PHOTO: ADRIEN COTHIERMaybe it's North America, or maybe it's a desire to feel guilt-free and justified in what I do, but the stress is getting to me. I don't think I've ever felt an academic pressure quite so strong, and yet this year means fuck all for my overall degree.
Maybe I'm buying in to all my Canadian friends' head fuxx. Maybe I wanna be Canadian. Like Jack Kerouac (fun fact) (never read 'On The Road'). ##
Regardless; fast paced, urgent rock is on my mind. Alternating between Ramones and Runaways, Joan Jett and Johnny Thunders. Junkies and Junkettes. My brain may actually be hanging upside down, and I feel I'm on a losing streak. Departure is so very imminent, and an unwillingness to leave is disturbing. My dining room and school cafe seem like more of a home than my own bedroom; like I'm avoiding, like a known STD. Don't wanna be infected, damaged by idleness.
Mind's turned to mush.
Brain's vomming all over the keyboard.
Still, I worked out how to do a footnote. And a Powerpoint.
That's a power point.
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