magnum opus
Saturday, 11 of August , 2007 @ 9:25 am
It’s times like these when I feel like my life would make a really interesting story. If only I possessed a gift for words, I’d write a highly-fictionalized, sci-fi-ed account of my life thus far, psychological turmoils and all.
It will be my magnum opus. A futuristic horror/psychological thriller set in a dystopic society. Then I’d sell it to a publisher. It would fly off the shelves. Some big movie company will buy the rights and turn my life story into a Hollywood film, with some oversexed actress cast as me. I’d be filthy rich, then. Living in the absence of worry.
Unfortunately, these days, the only things I’m writing are research exercises for Psych 118. So, damn, this really blows.
Who else is having a pleasant semester? I am.
In the words of Racine, my dear groupmate and partner in almost everything school-related nowadays, Psych 118 is a time-consuming, unforgiving bitch. We have 3 papers due within two weeks, and no, that span of time is not enough. But complain is all I ever do. It’s what I signed up for, after all. In any case, I’m glad my groupmates are two good friends that I love dearly, even if we tend to be crabby with each other at times - pardonable, given the circumstances. Hahaha. We’re practically taking the same subjects this semester, so essentially we’re bitching about the same things. We die together. Hahaha.
Category: College, Word Vomit
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Marielle is a 20-year-old Psychology student at the 
