I don't mean to be bitchy but...
current mood: I'm all grown up now!!!
So I've come to the realization that I'm not mature. Why do you think that Gina? You might be asking yourself. It's because I need a change, I have what the doctors call "a pathetic existence." I need to, how do you say, "grow up." How am I going to achieve this great level of maturity? I'm glad you asked, because I will list my three-point plan for you, my dear friends.
1. First, instead of law school, I'm thinking about pursuing my MBA. Who needs to cite laws and legal jargan day in and day out, when I can have every Friday off, leaving Thursday nights open for me to go drink with my "grown up" friends, and forget about all the other "juveniles" that have befriended me. You guys don't have networking. Yes, this is an awesome plan.
2. I will start feverishly chain-smoking to deal with the gazillion things I have to do everyday. (That includes blog readings). I mean there are people dying of lung cancer, but nothing beats a good cigarette. So for good measure, I will enact a health plan that will cancel out my disease(no not cancer silly,my addiction to cigarettes). I know excercise wont't make up for my cigarette addiction, but that can be our little secret.
3. Sorry you guys, I'm going to be doing a lot of work and I will be under a lot of stress. But you won't know what that feels like, because I'll be getting an MBA, undergrad is sooooo easy. So if I'm a bitch to you, please excuse it, afterall I am an adult. And sometimes adults can be bitchy.
I hope you guys understand, I mean it's all part of growing up. You know how it is, MBA, Cigarettes, and Bitchiness, they are all needed for me to grow as a person, and most importantly an independent woman. All this will be finalized when I go to Kansas City this weekend, where I will consult with my asshole boyfriend. Don't worry Uncle Mike, my fucking dog is coming with me.
(Any questions or comments are welcomed, but I cannot guarantee that I will welcome any negative comments. Oh what the hell, I'll be passive aggressive about it, and just treat you like shit when I see you next. Because nobody puts baby in the corner. I mean, nobody calls me out on my bullshit.)