It's A Hard World
Jan. 5th, 2008 04:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Twelfth Night
*snorf*
Figures. I go back to school tomorrow and I’ve got a cold.
And in truly awful news, I just found out I can’t take the juggling class I was registered for. It conflicts with one of my other classes. Curses! I was finally going to learn how to keep three oranges in the air for a prolonged period of time, and my damn major intruded itself into my life. Anthropology. Psh. Why couldn’t I have majored in juggling? It seems to have worked for Penn Jillette, right? Right?
Perhaps I’ll take it up later in life and become a late-blooming artist, the Grandma Moses of tossing fruit around. “Amelia started juggling after college,” people will say, “and look where she is now!”*
Or I can just find a club or something. But where’s the romance in that?
*With any luck, in one of my five fabulous palaces surrounded by boxes of chocolate and books and entertainment.
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Date: 2008-01-06 12:54 am (UTC)But I'll be with you guys! Is that pizza still an offer?
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Date: 2008-01-06 02:07 am (UTC)