If I was honest, I'd say I'm a huge-assed (literally and figuratively) procrastinator. Alright so I graduated. Not all that great I guess. Anyone can graduate. The bloody professional's however. Different story.
2 ruddy exams. And that's it.
Maybe it's because I come from a family of over-achievers. Maybe that's why I feel like I don't measure up or that my successes don't mean nothing more than a silly piece of paper with fancy fonts mocking me.
Can I do better? Probably.
Do I want to do better?
After that look in my grandfather's eyes as he pressed my hands and made me promise I'd get my professional exams over and done with before the move to Australia? After my mother's almost accusing voice sounded as she reminded me how I said I'd be on the honour roll no problem?
I don't have a choice do I?
In other news, a tiny piece of glass found its way into the sole of my foot last night which rendered me bitchy and annoyed. Yeah I know, no different from my normal 9-5 mood but it's the bloody weekend for god's sakes!
I've also decided to stay with my current company after some negotiations on their end.
Feels nice how some people can see my worth. Or whatever illusion of worth I seem to project.
Who am I kidding? I'm awesome, I have (had) great hair and most importantly of all, I watch Hellsing OVA.
