Day 22

Day 22

I have been quite a busy boy recently.

I grew my beard to an absurd length and only after weeks of looking like a real unkempt twat I decided to rid the world of the abomination.

This resulted in me looking like a, somewhat pale, chinless freak.

Accounting is hard, really it is. I’m in a class filled with, undoubtedly, some of the most brilliant business minds in the country and I feel outclassed almost daily.

I love it.

F**k me I was such an arrogant little brat. I always thought of myself as just that little bit smarter, boy was I proven wrong.

Now that I have been unshackled from my ignorance I can focus on things that I am objectively decent at rather than blowing smoke up my own arse for things I am useless at anyway.

I am rather decent at accounting.

I shall have to continue to work hard and keep my average near the top half of the class. I have the ability and the drive.

Speaking of drive since I am a spastic failure I have yet to receive my driver’s licence. My first chance to remedy this is on Thursday. I’ll probably fail since I have recently obtained my motorcycle licence, so f**k cars.

All in all though I’m pretty happy and, while I am under a lot of stress, I seem to be handling it quite well.

Maybe I’m growing up?

Maybe girls will want to f**k me now.