That’s where I see myself in ten years. Hopefully less than that. But you know, out of state fees are $40,000, so after UCSB I’m moving to facking Iowa. And I’ll stay there and work in misery for as long as it takes for me to be considered a resident. And then, my friends, that’s when my life will begin. Well, sort of. My life will actually begin after that. But holy shit I’m excited for it.
I’m going to have a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from the University of Iowa’s graduate program. I’m going to fucking do that shit.
I just need a little bit of time. And also a better G.P.A.
