Really, seriously, actually debating quitting school. Or Psycho, at the very least.
I shall visit my beloved former graphics teacher, Mr Gillette, and ask if I can do graphics again.
If not, I shall ask my boss if I can work at least part-time.
C'est le plan de moi.
Then, when I have money, I shall buy a flat with a friend, and smoke all day on my days off, drink cheap vodka and Jack Daniels, and listen to Papa Roach: my favourite songs at the mo are Hollywood Whore and Scars.
Maybe some Example, too. And Eminem.