teapots

It's weeks like these that I am acutely aware that I was supposed to graduate college in the spring, but instead, I have another year ahead of me. It's less that I'm done learning, and more that I'm done learning on other people's terms. It's a good thing I get to talk about vaginas all day long, or I might be tempted just to give up.

I have credits to make up as well, I think. Fuck. I dig these holes for myself, but at least I've come to terms with the fact that I don't do well in a school setting and I'm just itching to get myself out. For a long time I thought I wasn't ready for the real world, but I am. I'm ready to just go out and do things instead of talk about them, to experience things instead of read about them. I also realize I sound like a disney character when I talk like this, but fuck it, maybe I am. I've always wanted to be the voice of an animated character in one of those epic musical films that they don't really make anymore. Maybe that's my calling.

Ah, no, wait, I'm supposed to be the next Kinsey.