You know what is bullshit?

Lean in close, little ones; I will tell you what is bullshit.

From a very early age I wanted to be an Egpytologist. I knew from about 7 that this was my destiny. I was put on this Earth to find Imoteph's* tomb, or so I believed. When I got older I realised that I wasn't being drawn to ancient Egypt by anything special; it was an incredibly interesting culture that most people are drawn in to. So I thought: fuck it. Do a degree in something vague that will be broadly useful as opposed to something specific that you can't use in the future. One journalism degree and a few years in a dead end job later and I'm thinking 'fuck it all, get a masters in Egyptology and live your life grrrl; what is there to lose?'. Well, fucking everything as since I didn't do a degree in history it looks like I won't be getting my dream masters.

A fluke choice at 18 and my dream got fucked up the ass. BULL.SHIT. At 18 I didn't know how much I could even drink, let alone what would have half a chance at making me happy FOR THE REST OF MY FUCKING LIFE. Fucking UCAS choices. You should take them at 30 when you have some idea of what gives you long term satisfaction.


*SHOUT OUT TO THE WORLD'S FIRST GENIUS; I STILL HEAR YA DUDE.

 

 

 

 

*UPDATE FROM 2018*

 

Hahahahahaha Now I've got a masters, with a great dissertation score. Hellooooooo, job market, AMIRITE?! No. no you're not 'rite', because *now* a fucking forklift license would help me secure a job. Oh, those elitists, always shifting the goalposts.