Getting Late It's 34AM and I'm lay in bed reading the rather wonderful Opuss. I have essays to write and psychologists to analyse for Monday so sleep doesn't sound like a bad idea. I tell myself college #life isn't too bad but when I really think about it, I don't enjoy it. Seeing my friends is the only enjoyable part. Other than that, I find I waste away my days working towards things I may never get. Sometimes I wonder whether education is the right path for me. But I know I won't get where I want to without the correct qualifications, especially with how the world is today. Maybe my expectations are too high? I can't see myself working 9-5 in a shop, I can't see myself decorating a house or building one, and I certainly can't see myself earning millions and living the high- #life. Maybe I watch too many movies. If #life was like it is in the movies, I wouldn't have to worry; I would have a good job, a nice house, happily married, and spend each summer at a summer house out in the middle of nowhere. There's that, or there's living on a moisture farm on Tatooine, flying around space, almost falling in love with my sister before saving the galaxy from the Dark Side of the Force. Actually, I'm not sure which one sounds more fun... Anyway, by the time I've finished this it is now 3:19AM. Definitely time to get some shut-eye. Peace out, fellow Opussians!