This is disturbing. Waking up every morning around noon, going to the air-conditioned wireless library, waiting for company at home, watching cable tv, working on portfolio/cover letters, and sleeping 9 hours. I called this monotony dressed in a tutu. It's ridiculously boring that it's silly.
This is disgusting. No more classes, no more friends, no more roommates, and no more college town that has everything in close proximity. I loathe my car in which takes me 10-30 minutes to get anywhere and everywhere. I spit in the name of LA summer temperature especially since I lack the luxury of air-conditioning (which makes me wonder I got so depended on energy wasting appliances). The only air circulation I have is from my fan in my room that is only moving hot air elsewhere.
This is distasteful. Working on something that might not even get work. Working for free. Working for the sake of working. Working. I can't seem to feel the sense of purpose working on my portfolio. It's never ending.
Take me back to college. I'm actually just scared of (adult) life.