Concrete jungle is STILL a jungle. See? There's the word 'jungle' in it!

The thought of me being a whole semester closer to graduation makes me want to lose all inhibitions, run amok in the house and throw coloured M&Ms all around the house. But the thought of me needing to go THROUGH the semester first... Well, it pretty much makes me want to retch all my intestines out.
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That said, I have a concrete plan for my future. Here, 'concrete' means that I am absolutely satisfied with the plan. There's not one bit that I'm unhappy about, unlike my previous plans (Long scrunched up and thrown in the wastepaper basket.). And it's a plan where I'm going to live life the way I want it to be.
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I don't want to be one of those worn out, haggard people who go "I hate my job.". Dor and I are going to scream "I FRIGGIN' LOVE MY JOB!!!".

She dreams of living on a farm.

I'm trying my very best to dissuade her.