Updates for the sake of updates.

I work. I go to school. I sleep. Yep. Occasionally, I get to see my boyfriend and sisters. That's life, I've been told. My mother informed me that, this was the way of life. We live to work... Which is the most utterly depressing thing I've ever considered. What is the point of life if we are stuck working to meet some end for years and years, until one day you wake up and you're elderly, sick, and tired? That's never been something that is even remotely appealing. I mean, I realize I'm in college in hopes that I won't have to slave away to meet ends meet at some job that I hate, but gah. That's where I'm sitting right now.

Happy? Sure, I'm happy enough.

Yep, until later.