brink.

Today was my last exam at campus. No more exams.

Somehow it’s not as milestoney as I thought it might be. I need to graduate now, innit. And find jobs and important things to propell me through life. But right now Im thinking I need to paint my hair, grab a picnic basket (and iPod ;p), travel to Rio and take samba lessons. Will there be time somewhere in the adult life to do reckless things? What if I grow up? What if I never get to wear converse sneakers again? Worries which, undoubtedly, I will not be worrying about when I can afford to buy Manolo Blahnik… but the concept is terrifying. You wait your whole life to be mature and independent, and at the brink you falter.
How embarassing. But then again, I’ve got an ego the size of London, bf always says.
Too huge for me to flinch.