Plenty of No time

So uni is over for the year, finally, after what seemed like the most depressing, grueling, sloth-ness-enabling time of my life. It was, no joke, like I would describe death on earth...I was merely waiting when I will have to say, "Life, as I know it, is over".

And it wasn't even time-consuming!! Ok, yes, it was, but you would think that while your precious, very short time is being wasted away, like a lover given up, holding her packed meager belongings, her back towards you, finally closing that door behind her....anyway, yes, while time is wasted away you would actually think that something P.R.O.D.U.C.T.I.V.E. is happening! You'd think that for those tiny seconds ticked away while you're doing the most bullshit piece of literary work...a dying kid in Africa is saved. You'd think that wouldn't you?

But no, wasted time is simply just that...wasted. The most productive that it could possibly ever get is when you know that it will all be over soon (hopefully).

So uni is done, and I'm celebrating by, ironically, bumming at home and not doing anything. Hahaha. I make myself laugh sometimes.

Ok, ok, time is precious, as has been reiterated by many a-dying men, so let's keep ourselves busy, shall we?