Trainspotting adaptation

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Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose FIUBA. Choose staying late studying. Choose biromes, cuadernos, libros y malditos apuntes del orto. Choose good catedras, with low recursantes and happy encuestas. Choose to participate in pointless asambleas. Choose a prefabricada. Choose your friends. Choose to code your ansi compliant TP with matching icons. Choose a fucking pasantia to only make minimum wage to support your pitty and sorry excuse for academic performance. Choose Distribuidos orientation and wonder why it's taking so long on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching la mierda de tinelli only to numb your mind and crush your fucking spirit while stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats that will enter from the CBC and laugh at you for taking so long to finish your fucking career. Choose your future. Choose FIUBA...

But why would I want to do a thing like that?

No reason, I just do.

P.S.: Me estoy cagando de sueño