I’ve had six weeks to clean my room, and it’s only slightly tidier than when I left it. C’est la vie, I suppose. But it is very depressing, especially considering I’ve wasted most of the holiday in existential despair.
I’m also going overdue on a Uni book for the first time ever. It’s only 35p, but I’m annoyed, because it’s reserved by another person, so I can’t renew it, but they didn’t bother telling me. University is essentially one big corporation. One I enjoy, and which I am looking forward to returning to ( in a sad, end of holiday way), but nonetheless, it’s prime function is to make money.
See, my youthful principles are going out the window at the tender age of 19.
