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Fancy Claps

An indecisive manifesto of love, life, and dancing in your underwear.



I don’t wanna grow up.

I feel like I’m always writing about this. My future terrifies me. What the hell am I doing? What do I want to be doing? Can I even afford to do what I want to do? I mean, right now my game plan seems to be: transfer to UW in the fall, get a BS in [physiology?], and then go to PIMA for physical therapy assistant training. That’s roughly $40,000. 

What.

I don’t have that money. Nope. No way.

Guh. How people make it through college baffles me entirely. Could I just drop everything and maybe focus on my private practice? Or maybe, just maybe, could I be a 21 year old kid and be a ski bum? That’d be a good time.

11:01 am, by hannahmjw6
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